Ohhh, crap on a flapjack! I figured things were going far too smoothly up to this point. It was only a matter of time before someone came along and popped my bubble and dropped my butt back into reality.
I covered all our bases, I had all of our ducks neatly in a row, we have spent upwards of $800 on tests and forms and inspections to avoid nasty surprises, I have researched all possible hiccups to the point where I could now teach a class on Radon mitigation or Asbestos… I have done everything humanly possible to make sure nothing bites us in the butts during the purchase of this house. Too bad it still wasn’t enough…
Last night we got an email from our lender saying the underwriter had decided that buying an awesome 1890’s beautiful brick bungalow on .5 acres of land in the center of the Loveland art scene for slightly under the market value -from family members- is somehow not a good enough reason to leave and rent out the house we’re living in right now, and so that is enough of a red flag for them to deny our primary residence loan. Although -they ever so helpfully suggested- we could simply come up with an additional $15k and just buy it using a rental property loan if we wanted to. Oh, $15k, is that all??
This sort of feels like trying to convince an insurance company that you actually do need that appendectomy the doctor ordered and you’re not just requesting they cut into your body for shits and grins.
*twitch…t-tw-twitch*, says Lanna’s poor little stressed out eyelid.
So, after a mini fit of fury and sobs over the fact that I never could have predicted, nor circumnavigated, an issue like this I set to work writing the rebuttal letter our lender is recommending. Though the fact that we already have a renter for the Evans house is, again, somehow still not enough evidence to show we plan on moving into the Roosevelt house [seriously?! WTF] – I added 7 other reasons we want to move into the Roosevelt house… but at this point I don’t think it’ll be of any use if having renters isn’t already proof enough.
The letter is written, the lender has double checked it and added his points that he feels will further help clarify our intentions, and we’ll sign it and submit it tonight.
And so now we wait… to be met with either chilled champagne or a guillotine. Though we won’t know which until it is 3 inches from our throats.