Selling a home is supposed to feel triumphant.
You survived leaky faucets, HOA emails written like passive-aggressive novels, and that one neighbor who treated leaf blowers like a lifestyle choice. You finally sell, see that big number on the closing statement, and think: I did it.
Then someone whispers the two most chilling words in personal finance:
Suddenly your victory lap turns into a cautious walk. How much tax will you owe? Did you miss something? Is the government about to eat a chunk of your hard-earned equity?






