In case you hadn’t heard, we are under contract on a teardown lot! We are supposed to be closing next Wednesday. The buying process has been drama, drama, drama, drama (like when we sent an email to the Mortgage VP at our lender who was handling our case and got an autoreply that said, “___ _____ is no longer with the bank.”). Bad words.
I will of course be posting all the details once we close, IF we close. That’s right. Things are precarious now with the lender threatening not to have the loan ready Wednesday, and the seller threatening to scuttle the whole deal and run away with our earnest money deposit if the lender can’t make the closing deadline.
We’ve done all that we possibly can, and are at the mercy of others. This is our dream lot, the place we want our family to grow up in for the next decade or more. We would be absolutely devastated to lose it. If anybody wants to say a prayer, or cross their fingers, or send out good thoughts, or whatever it is you personally put into the universe, on our behalf, now’s the time. Ugh. I just feel small, alone, and scared. It takes a lot to make me feel small.
On a lighter note, here’s a picture of Salty violating Ocean City, NJ’s sagging pants law. Good thing I had a ponytail holder handy.