It’s one of those days. I’ve been sick for days with some sort of flu bullshit. And sad. And I’m having my chain yanked. Most egregiously by my bank (the one that owns my mortgage and where I also do my personal banking). But even way down in this lowdown funk there’s some progress to be claimed. As of today my property has an MLS number and is for sale, for real. Which got me a little teary-eyed. But it really is for the best, in the long run. Though there’s no telling how long this might take. I’ve heard such varied tales from other people who have been through the short sale process. And when there is an end in sight? Then I’ll have to find some magical rental that is equally friendly to cats, and to a kid with autism who hasn’t yet learned to vary his volume control.
Hoping the heavy lifting is done for a while. I’ve kicked this house’s ass (and it kicked back) but for the next few months it should just be a matter of keeping the place tidy and hightailing it out of here while prospective buyers check it out. Thankfully the weather is getting better and there are a number of spots we can walk or drive to while we wait it out. And hopefully some fun can be had while I’m holding my breath.
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Hang in there, lady! You’ve done an amazing amount of work in such a short time. Just reading about it has been making me tired. I know there’s somewhere perfect waiting for you and P and hope you find it quickly and peacefully.
Thanks so much mk.
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