So are we set for tomorrow morning’s closing? Are we not? What’s the decision, everyone? Are we, are we, are we?
I’ve always heard that the pre-approval process is pretty rough. Ours has been surprisingly easy up until now, so I knew that something was just bound to happen. Knock on wood, knock on wood, knock on wood. Over the past month, we have supplied our mortgage consultant with copies of bank statements, pay stubs, tax forms, birth certificates, marriage license, college transcripts, checks, deposit slips, school loan information, credit card payments, car payments, rent payments, utility payments, homeowner’s insurance, car insurance, renter’s insurance… these people know EVERYTHING about us.
We’ve dodged several bullets, trainwrecks, falling pianos, anvils, and every other random and completely unrealistic hazard that has come our way. Phew.
|My puppy. When he was a puppy. THAT’S HOW I FEEL.|
Still smiling, though. This is crazier than Christmas Eve.