So we drove out to the lender’s office only to find out that the power was out in their building.  We had a nice chat, but didn’t get anything substantial out of it because he was unable to pull up any documents on the computer or crunch any numbers.  We left without any more information than we came with, although I will say that I thought the meeting went better than expected.

He doesn’t strike me as the condescending, sleazy salesman that for some reason I envisioned.  He’s more of the jolly, effeminate high school band nerd type.  Nice guy.

One thing I have learned about myself over the years is NOT to trust my instincts.  That sixth sense thing that women are supposed to have totally skipped over me.  I have the intuition of a dead frog.

So anyway, the power remained off in their building for the remainder of the day, but late last night he was able to email us the good faith estimate, so we could compare apples to apples.

And it looks like it’s going to be doable.  Which means I’m happy because we get a house and happy that this particular waiting game has ended.

…Now we get to start the 6 or 7 months of waiting for the house to get finished.

It never ends.

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