Brickblog

I’m beginning to understand what it might be like to be a bit crazy. I probably shouldn’t put that out there on the intertubes, but WTF.

It feels like our life has been on hold since April. In a lot of ways it has been. See that’s when we put an offer on a house in Sommersworth. It was a short-sale, which turned out to be anything but short. After repeated months of coming to the deadline for the bank (Countrywide/Bank of America) to accept our offer and extending our offer, we finally walked away. It turns out for the better in reality, as the house we found is much larger, on more land, costs less, and has better property taxes then the first. The problem is, the whole waiting thing is part of my history now. It’s hard to not have that there nagging at me when I consider what we’re going through now.

I sit here, on the day we should have been cleaning our new house, the day before we should have been moving, in limbo. We already had to delay the closing once because of some work the seller needed to take care of so we could have inspections done. Turns out things were not completely winterized as they should have been so what should have been a minor repair took a while to get correctly fixed.

As we approached the new closing date, we got the feeling, we just weren’t going to make it. The people doing the 203k Streamline portion of this sale, just kept asking for more paper work, some of which we had provided in the past. I don’t think I have ever managed a project that needed this many phone calls, this much paper work flying around (one day literally as I forgot my folder was on the roof of my car when I left an inspection) to different places, or an entire composition notebook, just to keep everything straight.

See we’re doing an FHA Streamline, which in a lot of ways is awesome. We’re able to include the cost of having the roof being shingled, which on a 2600 finished sq foot home, with attached barn isn’t cheap… The problem is, it adds a third or sixth party to the mix. One, who I guess is a little slower moving then anyone would expect.

I think Ive gone through a wide range of emotions, and they flow pretty quickly right now. It could also be amplified from lack of sleep, as my brain begins to function 110% right now at about 3 am every morning, keeping me awake until 30 minutes to an hour before the alarm goes off. Emotions like sheer rage when I drop the package of Oreos and all but 4 fall out on to the floor, disbelief that we we’ll ever end up in a house, or just being plain old pissy during the day, which I sure owe my family, friends and coworkers an apology for.

But as I sit here typing this because I just can’t bear to move another ehfing box in to the shed right now, or get started on another project on the place were in right now that needs to be done before the end of the month, I’ve come to point where I’m not sure I have any emotion left. Maybe I’ve come to terms that it’s just going to take a while, or maybe I’m too damn tired to give a crap right now. Who knows. What I do know, is we sit here waiting, still.

As I just finished writing this, the reminder popped up that I was supposed to be meeting the Metrocast installer in 15 minutes, to connect the house to cable and internet. Any more salt for the wound anyone?

Yes I know I’m whining, I don’t care. Getting this out there, somehow, made me feel a bit better.