I cannot even begin to express my rage. We went to the bank yesterday to get things squared away for our mortgage. We assumed that, because our old mortgage was "fully portable" there would be no problems. Never, ever trust the bank. Our mortgage was refused, and they won't even accept my father co-signing for us. So, we've sold our home, moved to a new city, and now we can't buy a new house. We're fucked, pardon my language.
This news comes at a relatively bad time for me. Since Sunday or so I've been feeling incredibly homesick for my friends, and for Edmonton itself. Now I can't help but think that we made the biggest mistake of our lives selling our house and moving here.
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4 comments:
Oh Sweetheart, my love is with you. I'd suggest talking to a few different banks and seeing what they can offer. you never know.
hope you feel better soon.
love Mary
Oh My God! Is there no wiggle room at all to make this work?
*hugs*
I'll bet you don't miss the crazy hockey neighbour lady.
Somehow this is going to work out. You guys have so many advantages going for you (you're both literate, intelligent, employable, you're not addicted to crack (are you?) so sooner or later things will fall into place. Sooner would be a whole lot better, but you know how the universe has to screw with people before life goes smoothly for a while.
oh wow, that really sucks. I hope things work out for you soon.
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