There are so many things I can't say or write right now because I haven't closed on the house, but as soon as I do...just as soon as I do, I will blog. I will blog a lot and write letters. I will make phone calls and let the world know EXACTLY how this entire transaction went down. There will not be physical bloodshed, but in my new book, "The Trust", there will be specific "accidents" that take place, and there will be reasons for them. This is how I get my transaggressions out, and before you ask me if that's the Christian way -- remember: Jesus upturned tables and pulled out His whip!
David did not pray for Goliath; he hit him and his brothers upside the head with rocks! I could learn to use a sling. I would watch at least two separate videos to be sure I knew what I was doing. I will say this: there is a hero in our midst. Our lender, Josh DeBlase of The Money Store, is the good guy. If you need a house loan, do not go anywhere else. Do not choose anyone else. Find Josh! You will not be sorry. He has bent over backward and had to kiss tail (not mine) to keep the boats floating. I'll say more later.
Yesterday, Josh's assistant told me I would have to bring another $3100 to the closing table. Keep in mind we close in 9 days. So how many of us, in reality, can cough up another $3100 out of nowhere? Why did we have to? Because the sellers refused to help with the closing costs. EVERY OTHER seller I know gives concessions...not mine. I can't say more today; I will say more in 10 days. Counting down the days until I can write with abandon!
Josh, because he's a master at his job, has found a very creative solution to the problem, and it's going to work. Again, I won't say what it is -- not yet -- but it will work. I wanted to spin around in my chair and dance, but I'll wait. I'll wait until the ink is dry on the contracts and the money has been exchanged. I'll wait because I don't need or want anyone to say I was mean, nasty, unwilling to be reasonable, blah blah blah. I have enough stress and angst stored up right now that if I started writing about it, I would blow the top right off.
I told Josh (and one of his assistants) today that when the book comes out (around Labor Day), they will receive copies. Their names will be in it - they will be wearing white hats. They will walk the streets proudly and tip their Stetsons to the ladies and gentlemen they greet. They will be revered. They will be greeted cordially and have winning smiles. I hope I can be as gracious to them as they have been to me. (On the other hand, the other characters in the book will not be so welcome after sunset.)
At least writing is the only real way I get my revenge on someone. I'm too much of a wuss to do more - and too dedicated to my faith, I suppose, but there are times when I want to throw cow poop right in some people's face, or maybe cover them in it and pour a gallon of water over their head so they can grow up! Suffice it to say that I have never in my life been put through more stress, anxiety, and needless upset as I have been with this house purchasing experience. I can't, and I won't blame the sellers of this house -- they have issues, yes, but that deal is gone. I can't harp on it.
Laura and I pulled into the driveway of our new house yesterday, and we just sat there. We just looked it over and took in the neighborhood. We drove it slowly and looked at the houses, the cars, and the people we saw. Our yard abuts a nice little park, and we drove to it and looked at its shape, size, and landscaping. We imagined ourselves walking the dogs and talking to people. It's busier than where we currently live. We're closer to the stores and to town. We liked living on the outskirts, but that deal is done. It's over. We understand that.
We have a lot of things packed. Laura was waiting for Josh to say we're in the clear to close before she packed up her things, but I wanted to use my hands and stay busy. I had too much pressure building in me. I needed to put the things into boxes and simply pray it into being. It is now OK to pack with the hope of moving in 8 or 9 days, depending on the actual closing date. I'll find that out tomorrow, I think, and I can put in the orders to move the utilities and such. You always want to wait to do that.
We'll mow the front lawn and call a hay guy to cut the back. Hopefully, we can get that done for the seller. We don't own a big mower. There are 7.8 acres out that way that need to be cut. We'll turn over the keys, leave a clean house, and say our goodbyes to what we thought was going to be our forever home - it really hurts. I can't express how badly it hurts. I'll express it—but not today—but I will express it. Until then, I rest. I pray and thank God for the days ahead and the memories we created here. There were some really good ones; we can hold onto that.
Photo Credit: The Money Store
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