Please forgive my profanity. I'm not really interested in putting my best foot forward at this moment.
A few months back, the HVAC unit was stolen out from underneath the house we're buying. It's pretty common when houses are (obviously) empty. Thieves take the unit and sell the copper for a high price. I don't know or care why. But they do it. They did it to us and they do it to empty houses everywhere.
Anyway, after three months of waiting we finally got the approval from our seller's lender to go forward with financing on the house. But, first, we had to get the appraisal done.
Yesterday, we found out that the appraisal had suddenly been cancelled. Someone had broken into the crawl space of the house (again) and stolen all the copper pipes. And we can't get the house appraised if the plumbing is not in working order (nor move into the house, of course). Which means we can't get our financing nor can we close until everything is fixed.
It's going to cost $2,500.
We aren't going to pay it because, well, we don't own the house (and we don't have an extra $2,500 lying around, either). And the seller most likely can't pay because it's a short sale. She can't even pay her mortgage, poor thing. She had already graciously agreed to cover the cost of the HVAC unit, but this? This is a pretty big dent in the bank.
It's hurtful and frustrating on multiple levels. So much time has been spent waiting. And just when the wait was finally, blessedly, over we hit another snag. The seller's realtor is seriously doing a pretty shit-tastic job of keeping the house up. The yard is grown over like a wild jungle. The blinds are open. There are no lights on. It's basically an invitation for thieves to come lurking. Oh, and that red door is pretty darn welcoming, too. I sure have a hard time staying away. After the first theft, there should have been someone there that day to do some yard work. Or put some dishes in the sink. Something so that the house didn't look deserted.
Pierce and I will gladly spend a Saturday mowing the lawn if it will keep this from happening again.
So now we're waiting to see if, somehow, the seller can cover yet another cost. And if she can't, I guess we'll find another way. I'm not so much afraid we won't get the house as I am sad that people take what isn't theirs. I know things like this happen, and often, but when it happens to you the sting is a bit more potent. It's like, "Wow, okay, this is what it feels like to have the rug pulled out from under you." And I wonder what those people needed so badly that they had to steal...I'm hoping they did it because they needed to feed their families. But if that were the case, we would have gladly bought them groceries. I wish we lived in a world where people could believe that.
Unfortunately, we don't.
While I was on the phone with my mother, she tried to console me by saying that there would be other ways to fix this, that it would work out in the end. That "things happen for a reason."
"I don't believe that," I told her. "I believe God lets things happen. I believe we can learn lessons from the hurts we endure. But I don't believe everything happens for a reason. Sometimes people are just assholes."
So, I suppose, if I can take heart that God does, indeed, work things out for the good of those who love Him, He is working on our behalf now. He is helping us keep watch for the next step. He is putting people in our lives who know the answers, who can guide us in the right direction. And it will be okay.
That much we know for sure, even if we don't know anything else.