it's a convoluted mess
The great mystery of who changed the locks was solved early this morning. As it turns out it was the mortgage company who ordered the locks to be changed. Who is apparently different than the selling bank in charge of the short sale…bwuh? I only pretend to understand these things. The ever-so-BRILLIANT home owner…the person selling the house…decided that she must call and get all of the utilities out of her name. So she cancelled… Keep reading…House: Day One…
The wrench. It has been thrown. Like I said, we were supposed to get the keys today—in theory. But when our agent went to check things out, the keys didn’t work. They key in the lockbox on the door for showing agents did not work. Somebody changed the locks. Apparently sometimes in cases of a short sale, the bank involved gets a little…overzealous? uppity? fucking stupid?…and jumps the gun on changing the locks in preparation… Keep reading…Whoop–there it is…
We’re supposed to get the keys to our house today. In theory. I say, “In theory,” because our agent got the keys from the selling agent, went to check things out and they didn’t work. He promised he’d get the correct keys to her today. We’re only slightly holding our breath on that because he’s promised “today” several times before on things and it was never “today.” So we’ll see. We just need to make… Keep reading…In theory…
Once upon a time we were supposed to close on a house on May 16th. That derailed and we had to find another house to buy. We still don’t have a closing date, but we do have a possession date. Thursday, May 12th, we take possession of what is going to be our house. Sunday May 15th, we move in to our house. The day before we would have closed on the other house. I’m… Keep reading…Tick Tock…
Landlord McDouchebag is likely going to work my last nerve until we are officially over and done with him—moved out, deposit returned, et al. Scheduling house showings on a SUNDAY is not helping his case in the least. Today when he brings his potential renters in, he is going to be greeted with the results of our packing labors. And it’s not going to be pretty and he’s just going to have to fucking deal… Keep reading…Show yourself out…
If things had never gone off the rails with the first house we tried to buy, we would be closing in eighteen days. Unfortunately, that was not to be. We looked at four houses the week it all fell apart, found two we liked and picked one over the other. By the time we were clear to write an offer on it, it already had an offer on it. So we decided to try the… Keep reading…Round Two…