WE ARE SO STINKING CLOSE TO HAVING A HOUSE I CAN'T EVEN STAND IT. For weeks we've been edging closer and closer, and we're ALMOST THERE.
What's standing between us and closing? A 2'x2' piece of plywood and a broken window. The underwriter won't sign off on our loan until the cracked kitchen window is replaced, and the hole above the stairs is fixed. (Never mind that we asked for the hole to be cut, so our inspector could make sure the bathrooms weren't being vented into the attic. Nope. The way the appraiser made it sound, the hole is a sign that the house is in imminent danger of collapse.)
Both of these things were supposed to be fixed Monday, but they weren't - although the roofers finally installed the missing skylight, so that's a bonus. Last night, we got a call from Patti saying that the window installers finally came...and proceeded to break the glass during installation. Conveniently, it's a giant 5x8 panel that needs to be special ordered. They might have the order in by Friday, which was the end date of our extension. We're hoping the underwriter is fine accepting a paid receipt for the work, so we can get our keys and get in. I have carpets to rip up! Our living room is full of boxes! Houuuuuuse.
Breathing. Breathing is good. God, I'm developing a twitch, and the damn thing isn't even OURS yet.
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