Do you ever know what you should do, but convince yourself not to do it and that it’ll be fine? For example, going into the process of buying a house without your own relator. The realtor showing the house said it’d be fine; he’d be our realtor and a different one would step in to be the house owner’s realtor. Sidenote: these agents are working as a team so basically they’re getting double commission. We should’ve gotten our own relator. Throughout the process we’ve been left out of the loop or had to get on him to make sure things are getting done. When we finally got the issues straightened out, we wanted a quick close because our interest rate lock was expiring. That didn’t happen. There was an issue with the appraisal; the appraiser was crummy and didn’t do his job correctly. It was also outrageously expensive and the owner didn’t want to pay for it. He ended up just having a portion surveyed, but not before nearly 2,000 dollars of interest rate lock fees kicked in. My husband was entertaining the idea of paying it but I flat-out said no. We had just enough to pay closing costs and the first months’ mortgage without being completely drained. On top of that this house needs repairs, most of them minor but that adds up, and some major. Like fixing the roof sagging under one of the skylights and reinforcing the deck and balcony and putting in new floors. (If that roof ends up being leaky that’s a potential lawsuit because we were told it is not leaking.)
The owner ended up paying half of the lock fees and our realtor is paying the other half. We were extremely grateful for this. We still haven’t officially closed or moved in, and the anxiety is creeping back in. Our extension is only until the 28th of November. I really don’t want to have to start calling people again, pestering.
Aside from the house we’ve had the joy of discovering fleas in our bedroom! It was only one (only one seen that is) and it was on my husband. The next day I asked one of my sisters to babysit so I could wash sheets and do a thorough vacuuming. Our last indoor dog was kicked out that night–no more indoor doggies. They’ll have to settle for a comfy outdoor life.
To keep a more hopeful outlook on life, I’m awaiting news on the competitions I entered Shift into. One of them is to have the chosen book turned into a movie. I usually don’t have much luck, but I think my book would make a good movie so I’m really hoping to be a winner for that one. If not, I finally have a title for the second and third book in the series. Once money isn’t so tight I’ll focus my energy on getting those books out. That and getting back to writing. I can feel the urge to write in my fingers again and I’m so glad. I was afraid my passion/ability for it had died completely.
Mikaela Nicole 