I realize it's been a while since my last post about our housing debacle. Truthfully, there's not a lot of progress that has been made in the last two weeks. This has been the summer of "hurry up and wait" while most of our stuff is packed away. It really stinks. I'm frustrated, angry, and depressed.
Ryan says it's like we "broke up" with our house back in June when we signed the papers saying we had an accepted offer. Now we are just living with our "ex" and can't move on. Every day we are here is a reminder of our unsuccessful attempt to move on.
Last week was a tough one. I was supposed to go to BYU education week with a friend. I have yet to have time to myself that lasts more than a few hours since becoming a mom 9.5 years ago. I was really looking forward to being a student again and having a big break. And it didn't happen. For the last 40 days, the possibility of signing papers to close the house sale is supposedly a few days away. So I was stuck at home, in a house I am ready to be done with, with some kids who are not exactly happy with the way their summer has gone.
I can't say I blame them.
Thursday night I was so angry, I wrote a scathing review of the buyer's mortgage company. I didn't actually post it on the internet though. Instead I looked up their corporate website and wrote a mostly polite email, asking them to look into our particular office and mortgage. They've been dishonest, rude over the phone, and glacially slow. We've been in the loan underwriting (which was supposedly a "rush") for over a week.
Friday our real estate agent called the vice president of the whole company to do the same thing. He seems to have made some progress. Today we were told that the loan was "conditionally" approved. I suppose this is progress, and I should be glad that the corporate office is now involved. They are hopeful of signing papers this week.
Like I've never heard that before.
When this is all over, I intend to post that scathing review as many times as I can. And if it does close this week, I will consider sweeping and doing some other basic cleaning before handing over the keys. Maybe.