Last night I was crying to Dave yet again about why we had to move to Utah in the first place. He being the level headed guy that he is has not been the least bit shaken by all the trials we have faced this year. I find my ability to roll with the punches is not what it used to be!
So a house update. About 4 months ago now, Dave came home one night and told me that he couldn't live in our townhouse anymore. He was too cramped and felt like we were all living on top of eachother. So he got with a realtor and started looking for a home. Being a business minded guy, he wasn't looking for our dream home...a place where we could raise our boys and spend time in the yard, no...he was looking for a DEAL! with the recession, there are many homes on the market that are shortsales, or bank owned. He found this house in Lehi that was HUGE! It was way more than we needed on the inside while offering a less than ideal outside. It was beautiful don't get me wrong, but way more than we need. So an offer was made and bartering went back and forth. A price was determined and...we waited. We waited for loan approval, we waited for rock wall repairs, we waited for Mortgage insurance, and we waited for the final appraisal. As it turns out, it wasn't meant to be! The appraisal fell way short of the asking price, but the bank was unwilling to budge. So...goodbye big house on the hill. After 3 agonizing months that is where we ended up.
So we start over...
In the mean time I have been very tempted on several occasions to get in the blue scoobie and drive home. I mean Washington. My rational mind knows that someone else is living there now, but I can't help but hope the house would just be waiting for us. So, we start over. That is what we have to do. We have to find another house, and barter with another bank, and somehow I am supposed to maintain faith that the end result will be better this time around.
They always say that when life gives you lemons, you are supposed to make lemonade. Sometimes I just want to suck on those lemons and let everyone know how sour they are. Isn't that pathetic??? I know in hindsight this will stand out as something humerous we endured, and remember all the crazy times we had sleeping in one little bedroom in the parent's basement. But for now...it just isn't very fun.
Uncle Terry
2 days ago
2 comments:
I would go one step further and say that sometimes I want to throw my lemons at the nice people who are waiting for me to make the lemonaid! You guys have been through a roller coaster of chaois with this whole house mess and to come out of it at the same place you began has to be frustrating. Someday you will look back on this experience and smile but for now you go ahead and throw some lemons!
When life gets too hard to stand, KNEEL.
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