Tomorrow is supposed to be the big day. The day I close on my house. Will it happen? Shit if I know.

I don’t have a where or what time. I haven’t seen a HUD I. One of the processors at my mortgage company says she doesn’t think it can happen tomorrow. My mortgage guy says it will. All I know is that if this doesn’t happen tomorrow I not only lose the house…I lose my deposit.

I don’t know who’s fault this is. We’ve had almost two months for all of the kinks to be worked out. I keep hearing that our side is ready, it’s the closer that’s holding everything up. But, every time I hear that I get asked for something else to send to underwriting. If we’re ready why the hell is stuff still being sent to underwriting? I don’t know what the closing company’s position is, no one can seem to get in touch with them.

The lady who told me she doesn’t think I’ll close tomorrow said “Well, the good news is…since it’s their fault they have to grant you an extension.”

I told her I don’t want an extension, I want to move into my fucking house.

That statement, while true, didn’t sit well with Rich. “Is living with me really that bad?”

No. It’s not “that bad”. It’s been quite nice actually. But, we have NINE illegal animals crammed into a two bedroom apartment. Walking the dogs is a giant PIA because if there are other animals out they won’t concentrate on doing what we’re out there to do. The ferrets and the rabbit haven’t been out of their cages in a month. And…if I don’t move my stuff out of storage on Saturday I will have to pay for another month, which is right around $200. Not to mention that the girls and I don’t have a physical address.

I have so much that I want to do. Pick out paint. Find some living room furniture. Clean my carpets. Buy a new medicine cabinet to replace the hideous thing in the full bath. Hire someone to fix the busted mixer in my bathtub. My mom, sister, and sister in law are having the house cleaned for me as a housewarming gift.

Everything will work out. I know that. Still, right at this moment there’s a slight chance that it won’t. Then I’ll be back to square one: no place to live and no time to go out and find one.

I hope everything happens the way it’s supposed to. If I never have to think about this process again it will be too soon.