You: Hmmm....this isn't that hard. You've already told us you sold your house. You must be packing stuff to move.
Me: No.
You: D.I. run of stuff you don't want?
Me: No. This would be me unloading the stuff I had already moved out of my house earlier this week. Unloading it back into my own house. Yes...back into my house.
We were set to have all our big stuff moved out of the house today, but we got a call Friday morning from our agent letting us know that our buyer had lost his job the day prior, and therefore could no longer qualify for the house. [Hmmm...perhaps the reason for the tight deadlines?]
In case you were wondering....yes. I'm devastated. Surprisingly though, not a tear has been shed [crying is my way of expressing anger and frustration. It just boils over]. I'm crying on the inside though. That I can assure you. That's why last night I treated myself to this:
It's the peanut-butter-cup-treat-thingy from Coldstone. It helped.
The buyer supposedly still wants the house, and his loan officer will supposedly still approve him if he can find another job in the same industry and supply just one pay stub. Sounds fishy. I won't hold my breath.
Goodbye $100 paid to the storage unit I never even opened [they keep your money through the end of the month regardless]. Now I'm just waiting for the bill to come in for the appraisal that was already performed. Joy.
Oh, and the kicker? We don't get the earnest money to help defray some of the costs we incurred since we were put on such a tight deadline to move out. Apparently you only get that if the loan deadline has been met. It's on Monday. I know.
7 Comments:
holy frustrating! i'm sorry you guys have to go through that! did you already find another place to move into?
It is frustrating, but the small piece inside of me that sometimes chooses to be unselfish thinks that I should at least count my blessings that we still have a roof over our heads, and our jobs. It's a small piece though. ;) We haven't purchased anything to move into yet. My mom is being gracious enough to allow me, the hubs, the kid, and the two dogs move in with her so that we can start searching for something new. We didn't want to try and time things in selling and buying in case something like well, this, happened.
Oh no! I'm so sorry. This is the kind of stuff I don't really even think about when I thought about listing. I hope he pulls through. And I had no idea about the earnest money. I thought you got that no matter what.
I hope you can come to the meet and greet. I know I would love to meet you.
i never know either... :) usually i just comment in my own, but then i never know if the person comes back to check. probably not.
well, since we both have anxiety issues [lol]... we should go together! if anyone is going to be labeled as a dweeb, i promise it will be me. i'm a professional at being socially awkward. it's a gift. :)
Hi! I'm glad you commented on my blog. Your opinion was greatly appreciated. I agree with you, though. When I first heard that there was such a thing as exchanging dirty needles for clean ones I thought, oh no... that can't be good. Then we got to talking about it and my mind changed. I think it's helped quite a few people and will continue to do so.
Thanks for inviting me to view your blog! I'm sorry about your house, bummer. We want to build once we have the kids to fill a house, but I'm so impatient. Were in a pretty old home now and sometimes it's rather hard to sit down and be grateful that we are even in a home.
I think I'm picking up traces of maybe going to the meet and greet? You should go. I'm driving down for it. :)
Oh no! We got an offer on our house earlier last week but then they didn't like our counter offer. (Their 1st offer was pretty crappy, so I didn't really expect them to like our counter offer anyway).
Our 2 offers that fell through were devastating! I know exactly how you feel. :( We didn't get the earnest money from our 2 offers either- because of the deadlines. At least you won't have 2 mortgages to juggle! (We don't have 2 either and I am thankful for that!)
What a bummer, sorry to read it.
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