I Died and Went to Seattle
As of Oct. 6th, my internet connection went bye-bye. That’s the day we had every last earthly possession loaded onto a freight truck headed north. We drove into Seattle a few days later only to find our housing situation completely mucked up.
Long story short, our lender is convinced our Salt Lake house won’t sell, so they won’t let us close on the previously agreed date. So we’ve spent the last five days dickering with the lender, our loan officer, the sellers, the buyers, realtors, re-sending financials they’ve already seen, re-rescheduling the delivery of all our crap, finding me a job, me getting lost around Bellevue/Maple Valley/Seattle and trying to find a damn post office so I can untangle the mess that is our mail on hold for a fowarded address that doesn’t even have a mailbox yet because although we have the entire down payment in our hands, apparently our lender DOESN’T LIKE REAL MONEY.
BITE. ME.
