For those interested, here’s a brief run-down of what’s been going on:
We were supposed to close on the house we’re selling and the house we’re buying yesterday.
On Monday, three days before this was scheduled to occur, we were told that wasn’t going to happen.
Everyone — the lawyers, the realtors, the mortgage company– is blaming everyone else for the delay. We were not happy.
Then, a ray of hope: we began working toward taking early possession of the new house (sort of renting the new house until we close on it).
That fell through yesterday morning. We are being told that we won’t be able to close — and therefore move — for 10 days to two weeks.
As I result, I lost my shit. The prospect of staying another two weeks in our row house — a house bordered by over-privileged and frequently drunk-and-obnoxious college students, convicted child molesters, and people who settle their domestic disputes with physical violence and weaponry — really had become too much bear. (And no, I’m not making any of this up.)
So I took off and went for a drive, listened to some music, did some shopping, ate an over-priced lunch, did some more shopping. Eventually, I came home, Shane and I ate dinner (and bitched about the move), watched a ridiculous movie, then went to bed.
I’m still not happy about all of it but, today, I feel a lot better. This weekend is Sadie’s birthday and we’re going to celebrate. I’m also going to unpack some of my kitchen stuff and get going on this cooking-great-stuff-for-a-blog thing that a lot of us do.
But today, I’m going on a tour of the wine country.
Have a great weekend, and I’ll see you next week.