Today is the day they're supposed to lay the carpet in my new home. I sent the "carpet guy" off with three selections, because we had to have carpet that was currently in the warehouse in LA in order to get it in time for the loan inspector's second visit. They didn't have my first choice, which was a sort of slate blue, but they had the "greystone," which was my husband's first choice. It's a good choice...it matches the cat who's longhaired and sheds.
There is NO WAY escrow will close on Friday, though. No way.
My husband reminded me that it's been less than a month since we started this endeavor, which means it hasn't been that long at all.
So why does it seem like I've been waiting YEARS to get my new home????
This whole thing can't happen fast enough for me.
I've never signed so many documents in my life. There's more to sign, too. It's become Pavlovian: hit it with a yellow highlighter, and I'll sign it. Or initial it, if the line is short.
Has anybody else been through this home buying thing...and survived with the ol' sanity intact?
Sometimes I have the patience of a boil on the arse
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