We went ahead and just paid for another appraisal. The first one was done by someone from Cincinnati and we’re not sure they even went inside the house. I’m not sure they didn’t, but still. We had a company recommended to us by a good friend in the business, and this company has a guy dedicated to our particular suburb. His familiarity with the area alone should help our cause. The situation was explained to him, and he was reassuring. Which is nice, but…it kind of feels like cheating. Albeit perfectly legal and apparently standard practice cheating. He’s supposed to have the final number to the bank on Monday. I have every reason to believe this is all going to work out just fine, yet I’m so freaking nervous! I told Mike this morning that I don’t think I’ll actually be able to chill out until we drop off the key to the old (current?) house. It’s just so much flux. And that’s exaggerating. Everything is just a tiny bit uncertain. It’s the Heisenberg principle of leasing/real estate. You don’t know exactly where you’re actually going to reside at any given time. That’s a terrible analogy.
It’s said that moving is one of the most stressful life events. I’ll vouch for that. One week from tomorrow we should be closing. I’m so ready for the operative word in most of my sentences to not be ‘should,’ or ‘hopefully’.