Six days prior to us having to vacate these premises, the bank has finally approved our loan. What a nightmare. And they wonder why home sales are stagnant? I give the Poorest Communicator of the Universe Award to our loan officer. We had to beg him for information almost on a daily basis, and all of it by telephone as his office is 600 miles away. The twit. Last Friday, he told us we'd know Monday morning. On Monday night, he told us we'd know by Tuesday. You get the picture. Then yesterday, he said we'd know by close of business. We found out at noon today. Ugh!
My husband says he's a changed man and will never, ever, ever buy another house. I'm in agreement.
We don't close until Tuesday, March 23rd at 9 AM, sharp. Thankfully, we're both on vacation until the 29th. In the meantime, we have to get a plumber to sink a gas line for the stove, buy the appliances, order the utilities, and more importantly, high speed internet, finish packing, clean the new house, arrange a mover, move, clean the old house, buy window treatments (or find some old sheets to hang so we can make a great impression on the new neighbors, unpack, celebrate my birthday, settle in and all by the 25th. Whew. I've got a load of nonsense on my plate.
Damn bank. Thanks for the 1,000 new gray hairs. Like I needed them!