H.I.P. 4 – approved
The mortgage has been approved! Now starts the countdown to the closing and 4 months of craziness. Honestly I cant wait for the day I can turn my keys into the landlord and say goodbye to the evil that is his office staff. But hey lets be positive!
I was stunned to find out everything happened so fast. Again I’ve heard nightmares of these things dragging out and was told by the bank it wouldn’t be until the end of May before we got an answer. No complaints at all coming from this side of the table.
The only thing I’m waiting on now is a few repairs that came up in the home inspection. Hey if all else fails and things fall through I know I’m approved and can work off that.
Right now Lushie and I are scoping out where some key stores are located. Target, Home Depot, Giant Eagle and the craft beer store. Unfortunately none of those are walking distance so I may have to stay local. I’m a sucker for home town hardware stores so who knows what I’ll find. We’re going to start going through the mess in our basement this week to figure out what to pitch come Memorial Day weekend. I’m looking forward to tossing a lot of old papers and junk that I have no idea why I kept.
My mom is hellbent on me bringing my stuff I have at her house in Erie. What this stuff could be besides baseball cards and a box of misc. junk in her attic is beyond me. Talk to her and you’d think that I have a wing of the house. She keeps talking about a box of vcr tapes and even after I say pitch them (seriously, everything is on You Tube now) she insists that I go through them. Can I burn them without killing something in the air? Probably not, they’re from the 80′s and have more toxins than Aqua Net.
I am bringing down some of my dad’s tools so that will mean more than anyone could know. When my dad was alive he collected some of the best tools known to man; he never used them but had to have them. Plus he always took pristine care of his tools… all the way down to painting them gold or fixing with duct tape.
Dad, now it’s my turn.
