The last few weeks have been really stressful as we have tried to get ready for the big move. Before anything can happen, though, we need what is referred to as a Transfer Order Number. Without this number, we are nothing and no one in the transfer department will talk to us because we do not have a number.
The hard part is that all the paperwork is done, we just need it processed to get this magic number. PROCESSED. We just need someone to enter it into a computer and spit out a little number. It's a problem because the transfer department was supposed to help us sell our house. They were supposed to help us with realtor fees and taxes, something that totals over $18,000. Since we are essentially cutting even on the sale of the house (and in this market, we are considering ourselved lucky) we really need the help promised by the Department of Justice.
When we agreed to a settlement date, we had no idea that we would not have a transfer order. Garry has worked very hard to get any movement at all on this one little number (after all, it just has to be processed!) but we are now seven days away from settlement and still no magic number. We were hoping to push back settlement but the buyer is locked into a loan rate that expires in 7 days.
So what do we do? Default on the sale? Put the house back on the market and start all over, hoping that the next time a buyer comes around we'll be ready? Take out a loan for $18,000 and pay it ourselves? These are the questions that have literally racked me over for three weeks.
And yesterday I just collapsed on the phone when my Mom assured me that there was something to learn from all of this -- there was meaning.
What meaning can be found in THIS? I wonder if sometimes we look for meaning and purpose when there's just life?