Yesterday it was 85 degrees in Monrovia, so we went in our pool for the first time. It was so cold we could hardly breathe, but we both had just a stupid grin on our faces the whole time. We have a pool!
I am made small beneath the weight
of such gratitude
of such gracious outpouring
beneath the weight of this cup overflowing
How did I come to think that
any meaningful step could be made
I am made small
beneath the weight
of this cup
And am made vast, again
In the midst of such company
In the midst of such gracious outpouring
We hit our first rip-it-out, sawzall blazing problem in the house, a rotted wall join in the laundry room. Details here. Pics here:
I don’t have pics of the original rot, this is what it looked like after pulling everything out. What you see is post-sawzall, post shop-vac. So, Phil, about that haz-mat suit?
So, Zack was right; escrow is soul-destroying. The sheer number of things that have to get done, and in order, is overwhelming.
Income verification. Tax records. Account statements. Home inspection. A second home inspection by someone who just does chimneys. Termite report. Injunction to invalidate the termite report and force a new one because the first one didn’t note wood rot that the home inspector found. Request for repairs. Resubmitting the income verification, tax records, and account statements because our broker found a better rate with a new lender. Hazard insurance. Title records. Title insurance. Whiskey. And that’s just week one.
When we signed our offer, we asked for a 30-day escrow. We felt ready to move quickly, and wanted to make the offer as attractive as possible. Now, 30 days feels like an impossible deadline. Neither of us is sleeping at night. Our kids have keyed in on our frustration, and they are running on full overdrive all the time. We’re both taking on a ton of extra work right now to earn as much as possible before it comes time to pay for closing costs.
All that to say, buying a house sucks. I hope owning a house is worth it.