Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?

I keep thinking of that song.  I was thinking about when a plastic bag gets caught in the wind and then gets whipped around.  Pleasantly floating one way and then the current comes and whips it another way until it eventually crashes and burn.

Isn’t this a great way to start a blog?  Can you guess what’s coming next? Sorry.

I’m moving.  Again.  And for the THIRD time in my recent life I have been packing to go one way and in the last moments go another way.  This time I had bought a house.  Or so I thought.  A 3 bedroom on ½ acre.  Not exactly the area I wanted to live in but an area I’m familiar with so I was okay with it.  Mostly I couldn’t believe that my bid was accepted and that I actually was all approved and able to buy a house in today’s market. I’ve been looking for 2 years. Along the way this particular deal would fall apart, then pull back together, then fall apart, then together.  And I was just convinced this house wanted me to live there.  It just wouldn’t die.

Until it did.

Having one too many scary stories of people paying thousands – tens of thousands – of dollars to repair cracked sewer lines I made sure to include that those had to be clear, free of vegetation and cracks. It was actually on the seller to prove as I could SEE grass in it.  They had the test and said it came back clear.  Hard to believe but I thought it was all just meant to be.

Fast forward to this week.  Monday.  Mortgage has everything they need to close on Thursday.  I have Friday plans to paint, have internet hooked up.  Kids moving me on Saturday.  My car is filled with yard tools donated by a friend to get started on the overgrown yard work that I have ahead of me.  Zach bought me a new painting kit. Excited to have a basement again to putzy in. And then I said, wait, where’s the sewer line video?  I haven’t seen it.

My agent informed me that the selling agent said it was clear.  I said yea, I want to see it. And after yelling and saying we don’t have a deal without that. I haven’t signed off on it, blah blah.  And them saying they have until midnight to send. Well, for the first time in this whole thing I lost my mind.  Screaming, throwing out the “eff” word freely and said “get me the gd video.” – But I think I said the “eff” word and not “gd” 

Guess what was in the video?

Broken pipes and roots.

I thought about it for about ½ second and cancelled the contract.  My one friend described the driveway of that house (I thought I was buying) as a lantern post driveway, referencing how long it is.  Know what else is long?  A sewer pipe from the house to the road.  Maybe 100 feet.  Maybe longer. Know how much it costs to line a cracked pipe?  A lot. So they lied, attempted to conceal evidence and pushed me to the last minute, I’m sure just hoping I would go along with it.  What assholes.  Since the mortgage company had already notified me that they were taking all my savings, I had nothing left to even consider repairs.  So that was that.

In retrospect, had they told me initially when they found out the information I may have had time to think about it and get bids and know exactly what needed to be done.  But three days before closing when I have to get out of my current residence in two weeks, well they shot themselves.  Didn’t they? And then I didn’t trust anyone or anything.

I’m within my rights to get my hand money back.  But they have 30 days to sign off on giving it back to me.  And guess who is not signing or returning calls.  I mean talk about bad, unethical real estate agents. I’ll wait until the thirty days is up and then social media here I come.

This all happened Monday night at 10 pm. I emailed my old friend, property manager, from when I lived in the city years ago.  She sent me some options.  Tuesday (yesterday) I looked at 5 apartments.  Picked one, applied and signed the lease today (Wednesday) and on Saturday I’m moving to an apartment in the city.  It’s actually an apartment right next door to the apartment I lived in, in 2014, before I moved to Florida.  Same building, same floor, same view,  But bigger apartment.

In three days my mind has gone from paint chips, yard work and new bathroom vanities, to one bedroom, elevators, storage units, and city living.  

When the wind didn’t blow my way, again, I adjusted my sails. I’m really good at that. My sister told me once that my super power is resilience.

I woke up this morning early and sat on my deck shortly after sunrise.  Anyone that knows me, knows that is NOT me.  I am a sleeper.  I have a couple days left here on the Mount before I move.  I will enjoy my deck with my neighbors and my face in the sun for three more mornings and then I’ll be on to the next/old adventure of living in the city.  My beloved neighbors are an incline ride away. I loved living in the city before.  I’ll love it again. 

Anybody need a patio umbrella?

xoxoxo