Adventures of a Non-Binary Author – The Wait

Wednesday morning our mortgage advisor lets us know the agreement in principle with the lender was approved. Now he can submit the actual application. It could be as much as fourteen long days before we know whether or not we’ll be approved.All we can do in the meantime is wait.

So everything becomes pretty much the normal routine. Work. Time with Zelly. Time with each other. Everything is pretty mundane. But what else can it really be? We set up the Home Buyer’s Survey. We keep on top of any little bits and pieces that come through from the solicitor. But mostly, when it comes to things related to house buying, we just wait.

Waiting was something we got very good at last time. More so because solicitors take the Christmas period off. We had such high hopes back then. So did our solicitor. Little did any of us know, the seller’s solicitor was out of the office for two weeks. Roughly speaking this was the end of November beginning of December time. The very time frame we needed things to keep moving towards a Christmas move. Instead they came to a complete standstill. And their solicitor knew the sellers wanted things to go through quickly. Yet made no arrangements to insure that would happen until after they were prompted a million times.

If that absent two weeks hadn’t have happened, things may have gone in a very different direction. Because we would have had time to sort all of those things we didn’t have time for in February. Potentially at least. Even if things had still fallen through, we might have found somewhere else. We could have made a purchase without losing our sale. Instead we had months of time wasted. Lots of phone calls to our solicitor. Lots of waiting.

I can’t imagine how our buyer felt with it all, considering just how smoothly things went for them. At least in comparison. Sure they decided in December they wanted a Home Buyer’s Survey. We were fine with that, since we knew we were still waiting on stuff. The survey didn’t happen till January 2nd. At 9 am. I’m pretty certain that was their first slot of the year. I didn’t care though. We would have bent over backwards for our buyer, to insure the sale went through. It was the right choice then. It’s still the right choice now. It is not the choice the seller’s of the Attic made. Although, again, we don’t blame them as much as we blame their solicitor. Bad advice. Bad timing. Just, generally, all round, bad.

And, yeah, maybe I’m being a little unfair. Things are rarely that black and white. And we are now able to get a house. With a garden and a driveway. So all that waiting back then, it was for a reason. We just have to hope, all the waiting this time, will lead to that house.

To be continued…