June 1: We walked into this quaint little beauty for the first time. Set to close escrow on July 21.
June 6: Oh heyy, you know that mortgage broker you’ve been bothering off and on for the last year? Ya, the one who told you’d she’d give you lots and lots of money…right, yeah, well, she retired……..
Our mortgage broker retired. And never told us. So here we were having finally found the house we wanted, with a seller willing to let us buy it from her, and ooh boy, we get to start the whole financial thing ALL OVER.
June 7: Inspections.
Went well, nothing out of the ordinary or a deal breaker. Awesome. We manage to keep going as though everything will work out in the end.
June 9: Find new mortgage broker. Good guy, has sailed with Austin’s dad. The joys of a small town…
Also, tell current landlords “hey, we’re moving out!” They respond well, and having already payed our last month’s rent up front, we decide to stay in the house until September 1. This gives us a bit over a month to be in both houses, so we’d get a chance to deal with the carpet-over-hardwood issue and paint before having to move any of our furniture in.
June 20: All is going well with financing. Hear from landlords…they’ve found a tenant, but the tenant wants to move in August 5, so we have to vacate much earlier than desired. Discuss. Decide it’s probably worth having the cash back from the month of rent to invest into the new place. Will still have 9 days to move in/get things ready (moved out of new place August 1 to give landlords time to clean/repair anything necessary).
June 30: Three weeks to close! So exciting…and boy is this financial thing a struggle…with everything we sign and turn in, about 20 more show up.
July 7: Uhh…really. This financing thing should be easier. What do you want from us? Oh, just the rights to the organs of my first born daughter….sure, I’ll sign on that dotted line…
July 14: One week to close and financial is still up in the air.
July 21: Oh hayy, weren’t we supposed to close today? Oh, the bank doesn’t want to give us money until we get you our official prediction for the world series 2027 and the full rights to any earnings made from it? Sure…I’ll sign on that dotted line.
This is about the point Austin wanted to form a lawsuit.
July 28: Nope, no house yet. We’re staring at it and have only a few days to get our crap out of our current house. We have nowhere to put it. Optimistically, I start boxing stuff up, but in a 2000+ sf house, what looked like a lot, surely wasn’t.
July 31: Still no house. Have obtained keys to a garage in order to store our ENTIRE home since we can’t move into our new home yet, and our current landlords made all preparations for having us out by then. Yeah, who knew you could be 9+ days late closing… not this girl.
Have beautiful friends come over and help us move all of our belongings. They, amazingly stayed until 1AM, while A and I tried to finish everything up after. By 5AM, we were exhausted and still had stuff piled in the garage. Crap.
This is about the point I wanted to form a lawsuit…
August 1: Sleep on floor of near empty house to wake up at 7AM and try to finish. Landlord arrives at 9AM, there’s still some of our stuff in the garage. Looks at us like we’re the worst tenants in the world. Tells us he wont look over the house while our stuff is there, even if it’s just in the garage…
Proceed to disgruntled Zephyr.
Landlord leaves, tree pruners show up and park in driveway. Had to move trailer across the street and move everything left into trailer. I believe we finished at ~3PM and called the landlord. Met us at 5PM. Everything looks ok, except that we’ve apparently been “neglecting” the yard, so there’s $200 out of our deposit to cover aeration and re-seeding.
Proceed to nearly irate Zephyr.
Sleep in in-laws basement for the night. “It will be quiet,” they said. The 4 children sleeping there (family visiting from out of town) were certainly inclined to prove that point wrong. Still, slept well but was insanely exhausted. Over 24 hours of moving with 2 hours of sleep.
August 2: Holy crap. Peed my pants. We finally had keys!!!!!!!!
Thank the lord we had a broker who was willing to work so hard to get us this house. We are apparently the worst sort of people banks want to give money to.
There was much rejoicing that day, as we ceremoniously ripped out rolls of carpet and threw our bed on the floor. At last. It was ours. That night, I slept well, with the thought that I could damn well neglect whatever I want…








