Plan B

(Or really, at this point, Plan D, but who’s counting?)

Things have started to look up on the housing front. We are still no closer to knowing when—or if—we’ll be able to buy this house, but the owners, exasperated on our behalf at how long all the bureaucracy is taking (and perhaps on their own, since the house is sitting empty and costing them money), have offered to rent it to us as an interim measure, and then cancel the lease if and when there is a mortgage to replace it. So, barring any further unforeseen hitches, we should be in the house in the next 10 days.

Wordless Wednesday

KC's version of the Citgo sign: the Western Auto Building, from Union Station, May 2010

Mixed blessings

Today marks four months that we’ve been living in a hotel serviced apartment. Four months! Not an anniversary I’m particularly thrilled to be celebrating commemorating.

(Will you bear with me for one moment while I digress to gripe that I can’t believe how long this whole process is taking? I thought the first one was bad, but at least that time we were trying to sort out various banking and mortgage complications at the same time. This time, our financial paperwork is more or less in order. And still it’s been five weeks…and counting…and no closer to knowing when—or if—this one is going to work out. It makes me want to go scream into a pillow. Maybe I will. Excuse me.