So, we are waiting to hear whether or not we will be refinancing or hurriedly selling our house next week, the dramatic conclusion to our fall season (backstory here). It is not as easy as you would think for two freelancers (with a crushing amount of debt acquired in the absence of any start-up capital) to refinance a mortgage right now. You didn't think it was at all easy? Us neither, but we sure didn't think it would be this hard. We have been jumping through the lenders' fiery hoops for two months now. I didn't have to furnish this much paperwork to get my green card.
Last week, at the fifty-ninth minute of the eleventh hour, the deal hit a major snag. Our mortgage broker and our financial advisor have been busting ass ever since trying to get one problematic creditor to play ball. Linda, our advisor, has been calling us every day to tell us to just keep breathing. To say we are anxious would be an understatement. We are scared out of our minds.
Here's the good news. We love each other. Our children are healthy. We have friends and helpers. Patrick has lots of work again. We can sell our house if we have to. I can get a "regular" job if I have to. I'm not that big a deal. The world will keep on turning.
Friday, Linda called to say she is optimistic, but we won't have a decision until Monday. "Everybody get off the ledge," she ordered. "Stay busy this weekend."
So I am planning on tackling this:
It's a dining room emergency. I want to decorate for Thanksgiving, and I have about ten dollars to work with. That should give my mind plenty to chew on besides itself for the next 48 hours. You're welcome to follow: I've set up a flickr set called Holiday Decorating Xtreme Challenge. Gird your loins, and come on.
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