I don't even know where to begin with this post. I guess I will start with the back ground information and then end with the current situation.
Back in April, Neight and I found out that an aunt that was renting his grandmother's house lost her job and couldn't make the payments for the house. Well, Neight's grandmother had not lived in the house for 3+ years and couldn't make the payments either. So, to keep the house in the "family" Neight and I decided that we would try for it. We had been talking about purchasing a house and even found some we were interested in. Our apartment lease was set to end in July and we figured that would be enough time to find a house and make it ours. We were very, very, very wrong. With the house being Neight's grandmother's our Realtor had to buy it to take it out of the Korous name and then sell it to us.
As the months went by we really didn't hear much other than Neight's grandmother had signed all of the paperwork to sell the house. Any time we had contact with the Realtor we had to contact him... We didn't even get a phone call to update us on the status.... we still don't get a phone call. Anyway, at the beginning of July we hadn't heard anything about the house and we didn't know what to do with our living situation. We called the Realtor to find out what to do and he said that he "thought" we could move into the house, but he needed to find out. He told us to call him in two weeks....... In reality he should have been the one to call us.... but with no phone calls previous we waited the two weeks.
Two weeks later we called the Realtor and asked him, once again, if we could move into the house. In response to this, he asked another Realtor that was sitting next to him if it was o.k. to do that...... SERIOUSLY!!!!!!! Why couldn't he have done that two weeks previous!? So we had our deadline of two weeks to tear up the carpet, paint the walls, clean, and make the house livable (the aunt had neglected the poor house and it was a disaster.) That weekend Neight and I had planned to go down and visit my grandma, after talking about it and looking at our schedules Neight decided that because he already had the weekend off he would get some of our friends and fix the house up that weekend. I'm not sure of all the details, but when I got home Sunday I found out that there had been a slight bump in the road of painting..... There was wall paper in the two bedrooms.... Not just one layer, and not just two, but THREE layers of wall paper..... and each layer of wall paper had been painted over. Neight did a lot that weekend and it sucked that I wasn't here to help. With the amount of wall paper that there was the walls didn't get painted, but the carpet did get pulled up, making the house smell so much better (the carpet was covered in dog urine that had stained the padding underneath.)
With that little set back in repairs I started to FREAK out. I had no idea how we were going to pull everything off in the short amount of time. All of our spare time was devoted to getting the house ready. On Pioneer Day (25), I started to prime the walls. it took me 12 hours (by myself, Neight was helping my Dad with other repairs) and I only got 3 of the 4 areas done. We were scheduled to moved on that Friday the 29th. I panicked. Neight and I both had Thursday off, so we decided that we would work in the house all day and finishing painting and cleaning. After working all day on Thursday we had just barley finished all of the painting, but none of the cleaning. We left the house at 11 pm and went to the apartment to finish packing. I was up until 4:30 am trying to get things packed and ready to go, with a meeting at work at 8 am. I got two hours of sleep that night and amazingly had enough energy to keep going. It must have been the adrenaline that was flowing through me that kept me going. We had found out on Tuesday that the bank had approved the sale to the Realtor and we were really going to get the house.
We moved all our stuff in last Friday and cleaned the apartment and turned in our keys on Saturday. Finally we were all moved and were getting the house, or so we thought. Yesterday, Neight got a call from the Realtor asking when we would be moved in so he could set up showings of the house! WTF?!?!? A few days previous we had been told that we would be closing on the house in 90 days.... I was so upset that I cried, and cried, and cried. Even today I still am very upset and don't know what to think. The Realtor said that this morning's showing was to another Realtor, just in case our loan doesn't go through. Well, and this point if anyone makes a higher offer than we do in the next 90 days we won't be getting the house..... Just our luck.
I just want a nice home where I can raise a family..... Although, when we first decided to try to get the "family" house we said it would just be a starter house and that later we would sell it or rent it. I hope that's what it is, because I really don't want to live here for the rest of my life. It's also very upsetting because I don't know if we are making the right choice. With the housing market right now, we could have a huge, awesome, beautiful house for half the price of what it was originally sold for. I get jealous hearing about the awesome deals every one is getting, especially with the houses being in better shape than "ours." Are we doing the right thing by trying to keep this one in the "family?" Everyone has so many memories here, that maybe it is. Like I said, I just don't know what to do at this point. I guess things happen for a reason and if it is meant to be, then it's meant to be......
Here's for another few months of this roller coaster ride...... Hopefully by the end of the year I will be able to have a house to call my home.