Where do I even begin?
I have been a crap-tastic updater lately. But I promise you, I have such good reasons– by the end of this, all you are going to want to do is give me a hug.
Let me tell you a story….
So the last post was about Sunday waffles. The following Wednesday, I just happened to be at home in the morning, which is a rare occasion. The phone at the house rang at 8 AM, and the name that I popped up on the caller ID I recognized as the seller’s of the house that we were set to close on in 14 days. At that moment, I knew the morning was going to get a little more interesting.
I answered, she identified who she was, and then started in on a diatribe about how she is having a very hard time letting go of her house, she cries every night and morning thinking about moving out, she remembered me saying that I was having a hard time letting go of my home as well, and wondered how I got through it. She told me that she knows that we have a binding contract, and there’s nothing that she can do, but she didn’t know who else to talk to- her pastor, realtor and husband didn’t understand.
I sympathized with her, because yes, I did have an exceedingly hard time with selling our home. I told her that honestly, what helped me move on was the fact that I had found her house, which gave me something to look forward to. She said that made sense, and maybe that was why she was having a hard time- they hadn’t begun to look for a new house yet.
Hold up now. We are closing on your house in 16 days and you haven’t looked for a new house?
“We don’t care for our realtor. He has been highly dishonest with us through this whole process, and has not shown any sort of caring interest in helping us find another home.”
Well, that is surely unfortunate. Call mine, I have no complaints.
Although the first half of the conversation was quite teary, by the end of our HOUR AND A HALF LONG conversation, we were in a good place, she was telling me how happy she was that we were going to be living here, telling me all about the neighbors and the neighborhood and things to do in the area.
I got off the phone and called my husband and my realtor. They both agreed it was definitely an odd occurrence. I went about my day.
The next day arrived.
Around 10 AM, my realtor called with an odd sound in her voice.
“Do you have your loan commitment letter from the bank?”
No, not yet, I was supposed to have it yesterday, so I assume I’ll have it this morning.
“Well, yesterday was day 45 of the contract, it was due yesterday night, they are now canceling the sale.”
Talk about your heart dropping into your stomach.
I told her to just hang on, let me call the bank. She told me “it’s too late.”
I called the mortgage lender, his cell, and his assistant. No answer. I called the bank itself. “They’re out today.”
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME? YOU HAVE NO ONE THERE THAT HANDLES MORTGAGES. LET ME TALK TO A MANAGER.
She gets on the phone and I tell her whats happening. She says she will get in touch with him.
I call David. He thinks I’m joking, even though I am crying so hard I can barely talk.
Linda, our realtor, calls me. She is on a conference call with us and the sellers. They listen to me cry. The woman who, just the day before, was telling me what a good Christian she is, now was very coldly telling me that she has cried just as hard as I have for six weeks. Linda says that the sale shouldn’t be a surprise. After all, we have been under contract for six weeks, the bank was just taking a little longer than expected, and she would be happy to take them out all day Saturday and Sunday to help them find something that they would like. They said they would discuss it and let us know.
A few hours later, after a very terse and unpleasant conversation with the bank and Linda, we received a notorized letter from the good Christians, canceling the sales contract.
After being on the market for eight months, they have just not realized that they don’t want to move.
Moving in less than three weeks, and nowhere to go. What are we possibly going to do?
What follows over the next two weeks can only be described as a fiasco of Murphy’s-Law-style epic proportions. Recounting this story has definitely brought up a resurgence of disgust and anger over the whole matter. I can honestly say that I have not every been so stressed as I have over the past two and a half weeks. I miss food and sleep. Easily lost the better part of ten pounds, but this is not a diet I would ever recommend.
Stay tuned for part two…