So I guess titling my last post “Meant To Be” was false advertisement because apparently, it was in fact NOT meant to be.
Short version: We are no longer buying that house.
Long version: I’m not even sure where to begin on this one so here we go…
I have been putting off writing about this because I wasn’t sure where to begin. It’s definitely one of those bizarre stories. Before we got serious about this new house, we had called the courthouse and made sure that the house did in fact sit on 40 acres. We were told exactly what we wanted to hear: that it was. Great! Fantastic! So we continued on and had an accepted offer. It was a done deal. Our future home, which was our dream home, would be ours. 2 weeks before closing, we find out that this property doesn’t exist. What?! Are you kidding me?! Apparently before the previous owner lost the house, he re-mortgaged and kept 35 acres to himself and let the bank take the house and remaining 5 acres. I won’t even begin on how messed up I think that is. I don’t see how that is possible… I’m losing my property so I’m going to keep my land and let my house go? No, it shouldn’t work like that. Well nothing was adding up. Matt called the courthouse again and asked the same question: Does this property have 40 acres? He was directed to 3 different people who all said yes, it did. I imagine he was just short of irate at this point and finally demanded what the heck was going on! The lady put him on hold to check a book… a book! not a computer… and she comes back saying, you’re right it only has 5 acres. It hadn’t been updated yet. The bank has had this property for 8 months so you can guess that this whole re-mortgage thing happened about a year ago… and they haven’t updated yet? How is this even possible? It amazes me how a County Courthouse – a building that, in my eyes, is so dependent on paperwork could seem so incredibly outdated and unorganized. And the bank selling the property had this information the whole time. Apparently they “overlooked” it.
Such a messed up situation. And it’s a shame because we really wanted to be there. Now we are back to square one. I told my husband shortly after finding all this out that if it wasn’t meant to be, that’s fine. I’m okay with that. I just wished I would have known sooner.
I know we’ll end up where we’re supposed to be, and I, for one, am anxious to find out where that is!