Good morning from Limbo.
Monday will probably go down as one of the worse days of my life, so far.
No, no one died. No one is sick. We're all healthy and well. What made this day so horrible was the news I got around 9:45 AM.
See, we have been in the process of building a house, as most of you know, for the last 4 months. We've been in a cramped apartment since our house sold in March. We've grown to hate out neighbors, their lack of respect for quiet, good parking spaces for Mom's with twins, and the ants who terrorize our apartment, crawling out in hords at every single crumb that reaches the floor. To put it lightly, we were all too ready to leave the apartment and never, ever look back.
We were scheduled to close on the house at 11:30 AM on Monday. We had been in the house on Sunday around noon, to have one last look at everything and iron out the details of "the carpet fiasko" which you can read about in detail on Lauren's blog. Everything looked great, and we were actually ready to sign. They even agreed to replace all the carpet for us after closing, just to make us even more happy.
Then, at 9:45 AM on Monday, I got a call that was something like this:
"Tom, it's Sam (our project super.). I don't know how else to put this, but your house appears to have been vandalized last night. Someone got in here and turned the washer hookups on the second floor on, and water has ran all night. The house is flooded. I'm not putting this lightly...the water damage is severe."
I was stunned. I had to have him repeat it...and then say "So we're not closing today?"
After talking with him for a bit longer, asking him if he knew what happened, how someone got in, and why someone would do this to us, I hung up the phone.
That big lump that I've had in my thoat so many times in the last year came back. Now I had to tell Lauren that our dream house, our ticket out of the apartment, was ruined. We were back at square one.
Of course, when I told her, she was devistated. I had to leave work to comfort her, and to meet with the builder and try to figure things out. When I got home, we both had a good cry. It wasn't the house, it wasn't even the fact that someone was so horrible as to do this to us. It was the fact that we've had our hearts set on this ideal place for 4 months, only to have to come crashing down the day we were supposed to take possesion.
As of today we still don't know what we're going to do. The builder is being very slow in responding to our questions. We need to make a decision, because we're living in boxes right now, and we only have our apartment for 3 more weeks until we have to be out.
I can't tell you what I'd do to the person who did this to us. He was trying to get revenge on the builder, they think, but what he did was put a family out of a home. Do you know what it's like to wake up and have to worry about where you're going to live - and still try to concentrate on a job, your family, and all of life's details? It's not fair. I'd love to get my hands on this person. I'm not an angry person, but this causes unspeakable rage in me.
So, for now, we're still in the apartment...waiting it out. Hopefully we'll get some information today from our builder and we can make our decisions and start working our way out of limbo.
No, no one died. No one is sick. We're all healthy and well. What made this day so horrible was the news I got around 9:45 AM.
See, we have been in the process of building a house, as most of you know, for the last 4 months. We've been in a cramped apartment since our house sold in March. We've grown to hate out neighbors, their lack of respect for quiet, good parking spaces for Mom's with twins, and the ants who terrorize our apartment, crawling out in hords at every single crumb that reaches the floor. To put it lightly, we were all too ready to leave the apartment and never, ever look back.
We were scheduled to close on the house at 11:30 AM on Monday. We had been in the house on Sunday around noon, to have one last look at everything and iron out the details of "the carpet fiasko" which you can read about in detail on Lauren's blog. Everything looked great, and we were actually ready to sign. They even agreed to replace all the carpet for us after closing, just to make us even more happy.
Then, at 9:45 AM on Monday, I got a call that was something like this:
"Tom, it's Sam (our project super.). I don't know how else to put this, but your house appears to have been vandalized last night. Someone got in here and turned the washer hookups on the second floor on, and water has ran all night. The house is flooded. I'm not putting this lightly...the water damage is severe."
I was stunned. I had to have him repeat it...and then say "So we're not closing today?"
After talking with him for a bit longer, asking him if he knew what happened, how someone got in, and why someone would do this to us, I hung up the phone.
That big lump that I've had in my thoat so many times in the last year came back. Now I had to tell Lauren that our dream house, our ticket out of the apartment, was ruined. We were back at square one.
Of course, when I told her, she was devistated. I had to leave work to comfort her, and to meet with the builder and try to figure things out. When I got home, we both had a good cry. It wasn't the house, it wasn't even the fact that someone was so horrible as to do this to us. It was the fact that we've had our hearts set on this ideal place for 4 months, only to have to come crashing down the day we were supposed to take possesion.
As of today we still don't know what we're going to do. The builder is being very slow in responding to our questions. We need to make a decision, because we're living in boxes right now, and we only have our apartment for 3 more weeks until we have to be out.
I can't tell you what I'd do to the person who did this to us. He was trying to get revenge on the builder, they think, but what he did was put a family out of a home. Do you know what it's like to wake up and have to worry about where you're going to live - and still try to concentrate on a job, your family, and all of life's details? It's not fair. I'd love to get my hands on this person. I'm not an angry person, but this causes unspeakable rage in me.
So, for now, we're still in the apartment...waiting it out. Hopefully we'll get some information today from our builder and we can make our decisions and start working our way out of limbo.
