What did we do? Well there was the beach trip, the trips to the pool, camping, grilling, paying outrageously high power bills as our A/C fought the record heat. You know, the usual.
Most season changes I am filled with content reflection of the season gone by and with anticipation of what's to come. I usually love having a little change in my life. Things to look forward to that are specific to the upcoming season. Adventures and fun to be had with my daughter, all made possible by the simple changing of a season.
Disclaimer: this is where the pity party begins...
As summer is ticking away, I'm afraid my mood is not so jolly. Why you ask? One simple reason, we still own a house in Roanoke. Yes, it has been 9 months since we moved, and we are still paying monthly mortgage payments to a house we no longer live in. Ouch.
All my previous posts about moving home and loving being here were all contingent on being able to easily break the financial ties that bound us to Roanoke. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not regretting our move, I love being a North Carolinian again. But what I don't love is watching our savings that was meant for future home building and dream-come-true'ing being flushed down the toilet because the economy decided to take a nose dive.
When the summer began we were thinking all positive. SUMMER was like this illusive time when houses start selling like hot cakes. "Oh, this is when folks buy homes", "They like to buy during the summer b/c they don't want to interrupt the kids' school years", etc, etc, etc. And it's true, as I obsessively checked MLS listings, I would see house after house magically disappear as it went off to happy home buying land.
But yet, still no takers for ours.
Oh, we've had our fair share of almosts. We had someone put down an offer two weeks after we first listed. But... thanks again to the shitty economy, they couldn't get approved for a loan. Sorry a-holes. But we weren't too upset, if the house could catch someone's eye so quickly, surely we'd have a buyer soon?
Then we had the one that thought we had water damage in our basement, despite the fact we told her in the five years we lived there, we never had a problem. But apparently her 10 minute inspection and uneducated opinion could not be changed.
Yes, I am bitter. I am bitter we did not get the house sold this summer. I am bitter we are now having to lower the price again and again, and with that watch our take home money that was supposed to replenish the savings dwindle and dwindle. I am bitter about all of it.
So forgive me as I wallow in my bitterness. I know it's not healthy, I know it's not right. I know I should be thinking positive and praying to St. Joseph, the patron saint of home selling. (No, I'm not making that up, see for yourself.)
But yet here I am. Waiting, waiting, waiting...
Will someone just buy it already!
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