I keep telling myself everything is going to work out, but I can’t seem to get my mind to agree. Instead the pun “homeless for the holidays” keeps reverberating through my brain.
We’re not actually homeless, mind you, but we will be putting everything in storage and moving in with my in-laws shortly after the holidays… unless the Mayans were right and the world ends. I’m kinda quietly tempting fate by singing the lyrics “Come Armageddon, come Armageddon,” as often as possible. So far, it’s not working. Also, my Morrissey impression sucks.
We actually had a house, but couldn’t seem to iron out the contract issues. The contract had no mortgage contingency, part of the property had no title, and the seller wouldn’t budge on (fixing or price adjusting for) any of the problems raised during inspection. Every time we asked the lawyers to change a clause we would wait 7-10 days to hear back from him. However, just before Thanksgiving, the
asshat seller gave us a take it or leave it offer, with 24-hours notice, that still didn’t solve the title problem. So that was it.
We’ve noticed an uptick in real estate activity since the hurricane. Suddenly there are a lot more people looking for houses, and good houses are going even more quickly. Most likely, the
asshat seller already had another offer on the table, when he gave us the 24-hour ultimatum.
Anyway, I’m frustrated. We’ve bought two other houses, and both were bullshit-free affairs that went pretty smoothly. Instead, we’re now back to full-scale house-hunting, with seven weeks wasted. And even if we found a house tomorrow, we’d still have to move in with my in-laws because our house is sold. Although it’s incredibly generous of my in-laws, it’s really… not ideal for anyone, least of all my in-laws. We’re not exactly a quiet bunch, and my father-in-law already gets nasty migraines. We’ll keep the kids in their current schools until we’ve bought another house, but it’s going to be incredibly chaotic for the next few months.
I keep trying to tell myself it will all work out, but the bottom line is I’m
26 33 and moving in with my in-laws. Also, as long as I’m griping, I’m still fairly annoyed about being 33. When did that happen?
P.S. Please send large quantities of Tequila Patron.
My stash is getting low. It’s for my father-in-law, obviously.
*Dear Mr. Morrissey, thank you for not suing me. You’d be getting a blue minivan with a penguin decal on it, and not much else. Also, in case you’ve actually been wanting a blue minivan with a penguin decal, you should know I haven’t cleaned the backseat in at least three years.