“The contract says we need to come up with a date that’s acceptable by both parties, and September 1st isn’t acceptable to them,” my hubby explained to me.
“But October 1st isn’t acceptable to US!” I whined. “We’ve already told our new renter we’d start on September 1st.”
“We can’t make them be ready on September 1. The contract states unless both parties can agree on a date beforehand, then the closing will take place on December 1. We’re lucky to get them to agree on October 1st.”
The contract. Bah. I argued and pouted a bit more until he finally admitted he hadn’t disclosed some very important information to them. Info that would have been helpful for them to know ahead of time.
“I forgot to tell them you’re a princess.”
I had to laugh. I WAS acting a bit like a princess.
If their house had sold and we didn’t have a new place yet, we wouldn’t have wanted them rushing us along. Fine. I get it.
So for at least a month we’ll be paying on two homes. Better than being homeless I suppose. And on the bright side we can take our time moving out of here into there.
And truth be told, we’re going to need all the time we can get. It’ll be October 1, before we know it.