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While packing and trying to figure out what (if anything) I wanted to do for the evening, I realized I've been on edge for at least a week (if not more). This time last week I was told (not asked) that a stranger was going to come and take pictures of my apartment. While I do want to see this place get rented out asap, the idea of someone I barely know taking pictures of our Stuff kept me up almost the entire night. After four hours of sleep, I woke up Saturday morning and cleaned like Joan Crawford was lurking with a wire hanger.
Since then, I've been juggling between packing and keeping the house tidy enough for showings, which is near imposible. Tuesday, I received a call from the insurance agent notifying me that the loan company wanted to change the closing date to the 15 instead of the agreed upon 22, forcing J and I to spend the evening packing. Then on Thursday, after we'd contacted all utilities, post office, friends helping us move etc., about the change of date, we get another call from the realtor telling us that closing has to be pushed back, because at some point the seller got divorced and failed to change their name on the title, so the bank and the title company need 48 hours to redo and confirm their paperwork after processing the name change.
I'm happy to have more time to pack, but man, am I ready for this to phase of the home buying process to be over. I know home ownership will present its own challenges and financial set backs, but I'm tired of feeling like I'm being pulled in different directions all of the time. I wake up in the middle of the night worried about something--that the loan will fall through at the last second, that we'll miss the closing time, that my car will get hit on the way to work--and I just need a minute where I'm not worried to just be at peace.
Since then, I've been juggling between packing and keeping the house tidy enough for showings, which is near imposible. Tuesday, I received a call from the insurance agent notifying me that the loan company wanted to change the closing date to the 15 instead of the agreed upon 22, forcing J and I to spend the evening packing. Then on Thursday, after we'd contacted all utilities, post office, friends helping us move etc., about the change of date, we get another call from the realtor telling us that closing has to be pushed back, because at some point the seller got divorced and failed to change their name on the title, so the bank and the title company need 48 hours to redo and confirm their paperwork after processing the name change.
I'm happy to have more time to pack, but man, am I ready for this to phase of the home buying process to be over. I know home ownership will present its own challenges and financial set backs, but I'm tired of feeling like I'm being pulled in different directions all of the time. I wake up in the middle of the night worried about something--that the loan will fall through at the last second, that we'll miss the closing time, that my car will get hit on the way to work--and I just need a minute where I'm not worried to just be at peace.