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There’s no telling what’s going to happen. Right now, there’s an issue with the title and the seller’s attorney won’t return any phone calls. I feel like I’ve been pulled through the ringer about seven thousand times. I’m exhausted, and I don’t ever want to do this again. The last three days have been the worst of my life. Apparently I’ve pissed someone off, which means it’s open season on my nutsack.

If I haven’t heard anything positive in an hour or so I think I’m going to go to Mom and Dad’s for the weekend, that is, after I unpack my truck. This morning I packed a bunch of boxes with the expectation that I’d be able to start moving in today. That was incredibly optimistic.

It may happen, it may not. Nobody knows… not my realtor, not my attorney, not the seller’s agent.

I just want this to be over.