We're off to meet the solicitor to sign some stuff. Eek!
We finally have our mortgage offer, and I can't describe the weight that has lifted from my shoulders. For the last three months I've believed that at any point someone could take this away from us, and while we're not quite there yet, the major hurdles are overcome. Everyone else is ready and waiting for us, and I'm hopeful we can sign the legal stuff this week. It feels good to start packing again.
I'm told we will receive our mortgage offer on Wednesday, thirteen weeks after we found our new house. I'm not holding my breath. Everyone else is ready and getting impatient, and there's nothing I can do to hurry things along. I'm starting to believe we will never move, and on a bad day I wonder how we had the nerve to even try. How can it take a quarter of a year to approve a loan?