Homeless

I knew it was too good to be true.

We are supposed to close on both houses, the one I'm selling and the one I'm buying this coming week. Friday night I got a phone call telling me that the survey was not coming out right for the house we're buying. We're buying acreage so making sure that survey is correct was paramount.

Right now that contract is in limbo. No one knows who actually owns the other four acres. We contracted for a home on nearly six acres and I want it all. Real estate lawyers have now gotten involved. What a mess!

But wait. It gets worse.

As of Wednesday, I am technically homeless. I spent most of last night crying. I worked so hard to get to this point. Juggling surgeries, hurricanes, job worries, and realtors. This last volley of heartache kicked me in the gut.

After a sleepless night, Greg and I decided to put our things in storage and look for an apartment for me while we straighten this mess out. This morning, I was visiting my friend, Mel, and I told her about our predicament. That wonderful friend of mine hugged me and told me that I can stay at her house for as long as I want. I nearly broke down and started crying again.

I have the best friends in the world.

Eight years ago, I moved up to the Dallas area. Another manager who worked with me also moved here from west Texas. Unlike me, she had no luck finding a home in her price range, so I told her she could live with me until she could get on her feet.

Who would've thought Karma would come back to repay me just when I needed it most.

I am exhausted, but at least I have some place to sleep next Saturday. I will try to keep blogging for as long as I can, if only to hear from friendly folk from time to time.