I will just admit it right now, this entire post is a complete and total "first world problems" rambling, but they are my problems and that is why they are important to me. I'm sure if I wasn't in a fortunate country I wouldn't have this blog, so I couldn't share any third world problems anyways. While I am on the subject; how come we never hear the phrase "second world country?" All I have ever heard is third world... And the more I think about it the whole sentiment of first, second, third is kind of redundant. It's a matter of poverty and economics... Why did these phrases even come into existence?
Okay, now on to the actual topic at hand: Moving and the stresses that are really starting to press on me.
I was going to rant to my real estate agent, but it's not her fault, nor is it my broker's. So I am going to rant here. Hell that's why I created this blog originally, for ranting and stories. It's just the way the government works, and since we are going through USDA for financing we are at their mercy.
Right now, it is estimated to take 30 working days from submission to come back from them, the day after we would sign and then the next day funding should go through and we would close. It was submitted September 25th. IF the loan came back to our broker dead on at the 30 day mark it would land on our original closing date of November 6th, we'd sign the 7th, and close on the 10th. We would then have to wait to move until the 15th. This clashes with my hair appointment, but it's fine we should be done moving the big stuff, and I can't think of a better way to end that sort of a day than getting my hair done and relaxing at the salon. And in all reality, it could close earlier than that. Forgive me, I am laughing, we are talking about the Federal government, and timeliness is something they lack.
Worse case scenario, we won't be able to move until the 22nd of November. Can you hear me grumbling through your internet connection? That's two weeks LATER than we were planning. I know, two weeks, that's nothing with the time we have been waiting. For those of you who are newish to my blog, we put our offer in and had it accepted before August 15th... Yes, that is correct, that was two months ago.
Since our offer was mutually accepted I have been working on packing and cleaning and packing. This way when go time gets here we just have to pack the everyday stuff, and be good to go. This has been fine, I began by packing stuff that we don't need out, then stuff that I can use other things for, and then everything that isn't used on a daily basis.
This glorious Tuesday morning rolled around, and as I was dressing 'lo and behold, the hem of one of my pant legs had come out in the wash. More grumbling here. I packed my sewing stuff with my craft stuff last month. Last week I packed my sewing machine. Go me for being proactive! Then I think, "Well, I could get some iron on adhesive to keep it together..." Oh, wait, I packed the effing iron with the goddamn sewing machine last week.... SONOFABIATCH!
Then getting the news from the broker about our estimated close date just set me off... Such a frustrating situation to deal with. I'm just glad I have such a great partner in life with Collin. He reminded me what I have been saying all along (I just needed to hear it from someone's mouth other than mine for once), and it's that we need to go with the flow and accept it. We have no control and can't beat ourselves up over it. I am having a hard time since I am juggling our budgeting for the move (Uhaul rental, new washer and dryer, etc.), giving our notice on our rental, giving notice at our current daycare, and setting a start date with the new daycare. Oh and I am also trying to get a good deal on our internet, but I am not sure when we are moving so it's hard to schedule for install....
And on and on I could go... But, as is my purpose for doing this, I feel better.
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