A foreclosure + an FHA loan + an appraiser named Mr. Tickle = more than 100 days of homelessness for the Michauds. Fortunately, we aren’t really homeless. We have friends that have fostered us and family that have allowed us to literally “make ourselves at home.” We’re extremely grateful to them, but we’re still homeless in our hearts.
We can’t help but be annoyed seeing as we started this whole process on January 9th. We were excited, anxious and nervous but with each month that has passed, so have those emotions. Now we’re just irritated. Our original closing date was February 15th, followed by our first extension request, followed by an early March closing date and another extension request, followed by an end of March closing date and another extension….I think you’ve figured out the pattern. Had we known the process would take this long, we would’ve started it prior to our Costa Rican adventure.
With each weekend of lounging on couches that aren’t ours, cooking with borrowed pans, and picking clothes from stacks or suitcases – our irritation grows. Our someday-to-be home needs some cosmetic work and the minutes wasted waiting to get it done just frustrate us. We’ve contemplated breaking in just to get a head start.
And so now we wait for our next (and hopefully final) closing date of May 2nd. While it looks like we’re really reaching the homestretch this time, I just can’t bring myself to get excited anymore. Seems like each time we’ve rounded third base, we’re tripped up and have to go back. I’m now of the same opinion as Mike has been all along, “I’ll be excited when they hand me the keys.”
Until we drop them in the sewer before we reach the door…
