As in "Certificate of Occupancy".
We did it! We passed our final inspection this morning. Of course, after the fact it seemed so easy. But obviously I was full of angst leading up to the inspection.
The night before, I had this horrendous nightmare that Rhonda came out to do the "final" final inspection (instead of Charlie) and she started walking around the entire house writing down new items that needed fixing. Then the morning of the inspection, I started getting nervous all over again because no one had shown up by 9:30am. Usually, if Charlie is doing our inspection, we're first on his list and he's at our house by 8:15am. But 8:15 came and went, and then 9am, and then 9:30 and still no inspector. "This is a sign," I thought. "It's a sign that we're not going to get Charlie; we're going to get Bud or Rhonda."
But thankfully, Charlie did show up and everything was fixed to his satisfaction. He initialed and dated the last line on the permit card and that was it.
Move in the furniture!
postscript: The very next day, we moved in the first pieces of furniture.