There is this problem I have with relaxing into that even moderate celebration mode about pretty much anything. That problem is that you just never know...
I see this in entertainment all the time. On my favorite escapes (AKA the other worlds brought to me by the magic box of joy involving things like zombies, spies, Vikings, pirates and outlaws...). I say to these dumbass guys - stop being cocky cause the shit is gonna rain down at any moment dude! And, it always does. So, I guess in my case life really is like the movies...and that's not even funny.
I'm only updating my diary today for purposes of not leaving it on the incorrect note. So, the appraisal on my farm was rejected by the bank. Apparently I am the lucky person who's would-be property got a lazy appraiser removed from the approved list of professionals at this particular lending institution. But, only after the equally lazy loan officer let the unfinished appraisal linger for a full month before deciding to request assistance from her "team" (that is the term they use for the group of dipshits that sit in rooms bean-counting other people's lives these days and it consists of processors, underwriters, etc.). So, after another full week of back and forth bullshit they declared the appraisal "unacceptable" due to "too much liberal use of comps" and "shoddy and lazy work". Now, a "review team" appraisal has been ordered and a "mega rush" put on it, meaning someone else has to appraise it, turn in another opinion to the same "review team" and let them do their nit-picking all over again. We will most likely not hear anything for another three weeks, putting us very close to what we hoped would be our closing date.
On the selling end of things, my house also did not appraise. But, at least the actual appraisal was accepted - for $4000 LESS than our agreed upon amount. So, I have had little choice but to drop the agreed upon price and eat 4k. This is super fucking irritating to me given all of the work (and money) I've put into it in the past year and a half. But, given the next fact that the farm may not appraise out either and we'll be looking at another battle with the seller on that end, I don't feel like being the dick in this situation would be advised. The house appraised for X amount, drop it and move the eff on.
It has not been a good couple of weeks all in all. Add to these things the fact that the closing for my current house is on the 27th and the closing for the farm was to be the 29th. Our whole reasoning for trying to wrap things up early at the farm was that we were going to request an earlier closing date to spare me the major turmoil of not having a place for me, my stuff and three animals for a week. So much for that plan.
So, I've scheduled movers for Monday the 25th. I have no idea where they are even taking all this shit. Plus, I have to call my vet and see if I can board cats for a week. This will be extremely stressful Obi, as well as the clinic staff and I feel horrible about it. And that is IF the farm is even still a viable option by that time. If it doesn't appraise the second time, the owner could walk away, or say I need to make up the difference out of pocket, which I cannot afford (and won't) do.
This is why I always say - don't even crack a smile until you are sitting in some attorney's office, the papers are signed, checks have been exchanged and they slide a key across the table to you. Then at that point, head for the door and run as fast as you can away from the fucked up world of buying and selling homes.
HA HA HA seriously I don't watch Nascar. Can't stand it. But, that shit is funny, no?
I am, however, CLOSE ENOUGH FOR A TENTATIVE HIGH FIVE! And, I'm collecting moving boxes, so news must be good.
An agreement was finally reached with missing Seller, my inspections at my current residence have gone well so far (except for the fact that my dishwasher blew up during the inspection but, thankfully, that was the only thing that happened). The appraisals were done. The farm appraised out (score!) and the bank just has to accept it...WE.ARE.SO.CLOSE....
Ugggghhhhhh....packing. Still purging. Because of crappy weather I still haven't taken my original pile of stuff to Goodwill and the like so it keeps growing almost daily. Perhaps when the time comes I will only have enough to fit in my truck. No way. Furniture presents an issue...
So, it looks like that when I vacate this hill in late April I actually WILL have someplace to go. Someplace that will be a labor of love and dreams. For me AND for the creatures that reside there. SO.MUCH.WORK. to be done. I can't even think about that part right now I just have to embrace it and flow with it. I'm not expecting to walk into anything as clean as I'm gonna leave this place so the first task will be some serious elbow grease and probably bleach, frankly.
Little Farm That Could...wait for me. I'll be home soon.
In the world of buying and selling there are very few things that are certain until the day that you are sitting in some attorney's office signing papers and writing checks. Things progress quickly in the beginning with negotiating prices, getting information together for lenders, scheduling inspections and such and then....
Then there are the daily ups and downs and the never-ending waiting. Waiting for answers on reports, lender requirements, further negotiations based on inspections, etc.
At this point nothing is for certain on where I will be living in two months. The farm seller has been getting a bit hinky about fixing what is his responsibility to fix (and there is a lot of it because his sister has let it go to hell, frankly) and I had thought there may be things that we wouldn't be able to agree on. Now he has missed the deadline for counter on the inspection demands and seems to have dropped off the sanity map, so to speak. By all rights, I could walk away as of 12:01AM this morning. By all reality, I most likely will anyway if he remains dead set on not taking ownership of the leaky roof, the electrical components that are not within code and a structural inspection. It is a foreign concept to me, this attitude of oh, I know it is mine but you deal with it. Yet, I guess lots of people have it. This place has been on the market on and off for the past four years so I would hedge to say that I'm your only hope Obi Wan....GET.A.CLUE.
Whatever. Anyway, one thing seems clear. I won't be living here as of the end of April. My house is under contract, the inspection is on Tuesday and I don't foresee any major issues, the loan process for the young couple purchasing appears to be going along fine and my house passed the other required inspections a year and a half ago so... Farm or not, I am 99% sure that I will no longer be occupying this humble abode as of April 27th.
LOL. It has been so nerve-wrenching it is comical really. I asked our business manager yesterday to start saving me cardboard boxes because, well, if I have to buy a hippy van and live out of it I will need to get a storage unit for all my stuff. One way or another, this shit is traveling off this hill and to somewhere in April. I don't really have many options and the ones I do have are less than ideal. If there ever was a time where someone who is hell-bent on being in control of her life has absolutely no control, this is it. The daily roller-coaster of emotions that I've described in other entries has given way to a monotonous hum. It puts the lotion in the basket. That's where I am. Truly, it is a shrug of the shoulders kind of feeling and then I say fuck it, I'll figure it out.
This weekend will be spent finishing up some minor projects to prep for the inspection on Tuesday. Next week and weekend are going to be spent doing some super serious purging. It is time to pay some stuff forward and minimize like I never have before. I'll be giving the Marie Kondo method a serious shot in the weeks ahead in an effort to not only make moving things easier but to free my mind from the trappings of uncertainty and stress caused by stttttuuuuuuffffffff....
Now, to be clear, I don't have a ton of stuff piled up and stuffed into closets, etc. People already consider me a minimalist of sorts and compared to the societal norm, I probably am. Some friends commented when my house was for sale that it was so "neat and tidy" it almost looked staged. I do however, have things, like everyone does, that no longer serve me (meaning they don't bring me particular joy and/or I haven't touched them or worn them in years, etc.). Clothes, books, things like that. They are good things, meaning they aren't junk. But, I do not need them. And if I do not need them, maybe that is the way of the Universe reminding me that someone else does.
There are then those things that I simply can't purge. I understand the concept - that material things do not hold value in our souls, memories do. But, if I took my mam-maw's china (which I never use) to Goodwill I would feel such a tremendous guilt that I...well, I just can't that's all. And I have not one set but two sets plus a set of china that my mom got me at some estate sale one time. THREE sets of unused china. Do I strike anyone as a china using person?????? But, alas, it will all be boxed up and put somewhere because that stuff I simply cannot purge.
My animals are a whole other issue I can't even think about right now. Rowdy and I could sleep in a tent if we needed to but the cats? How am I going to move Obi to a transition space and THEN move him again? It will be bad enough moving once, let alone twice. He'll be completely out of his mind and he's already on antipsychotic meds so it isn't like they are a new option we can go to. Lilly? Mehhhhhh, she'll do fine with whatever so I guess I only have one freak child to worry about. Then I think again - whatever, shrug.
My best friend was saying last night that this is the reason he will probably never sell. Such a crazy up and down emotional process and there are always so many things that need taken care of just TO sell... I said....whatever. LOL. Given that I truly may be a gypsy within a matter of weeks I am at least thankful that Takoda still has a home for the time being. I don't know that a pet deposit would cover a horse sleeping in the spare bedroom.