I’ve been known for a few things for all my life: I doodle, I’m stubborn, and I have zero patience. This summer has shown me a clever (read: frustrating) way to combine all three!
As I’ve been talking about, we (husband, father, all our collective cats, and I) have been planning a move across the state. Good things afoot. Found the perfect house, one I can’t wait to move into. Which obviously means, of course, that it’s time for the obstacles to enter, stage right. Getting a loan, having inspections, and now finding out how best to get the septic system up to code in order to get the loan when the sellers may not wish to comply.
And it’s been a holiday weekend.
And our loan officer seems to be mostly…MIA and uncommunicative.
I like the pace set at the beginning of this process. I interviewed on May 26. I was offered the job on May 31. I resigned my old job June 1 and formally accepted the new position June 3. That same day, the 3rd, we found the house we wanted. We put in an offer on June 6th. Wow. Whirlwind of changes! Here we goooooooooooOOOOOOOOO!
And then…wait. Look at clock. Panic. Draw diagrams of new house. Color-code the placement of furniture based on which house and which room the pieces are coming from. Fret. Rearrange. Color-code some more. Sketch some more.
Refuse to dream too much about the house because it would be heartbreaking to lose it. Offer accepted (with some changes), inspection completed (with further changes).
Dig heels in, get good news, and finally start to relax and dream about the place. Smile a lot.
Stubborn, but Smiling
Then, the septic system snafu (tension tends to run to the alliterative). Still in the process of this one, and I’m losing years off my life, here. While I don’t want to hear a definite “no” to this house, this limbo sucks, too, and there’s nothing else in the area in our price range. I start my new job next month. Things are crazy!
There’s nothing left for me to doodle about (digitally or otherwise). Being stubborn will only go so far. And now, my patience is completely and totally gone.
Send help. I’ll be the one braying while holding a pencil and hitting my head against the wall, drowning in boxes.