Monday, August 23, 2010

The Beginning of the End of All Happiness?

It seems that a girl can go on vacation to Alaska, and the home buying process keeps on keeping on without me needing to be here at all.  Last week an appraiser came to the house to make sure it is actually worth equal to or more than the amount of the loan I am trying to get.  The appraiser:  they can make or break you with the single flourish of a cheap pen.  If they value the property below the loan amount, then my boots better be made for walkin, because that is what I will have to do....walk, slowly, away from the house with character. 

What I didn't realize with an appraiser is they can request things to be fixed in addition to the things I already requested be fixed, i.e. new roof (ganga score on my part).  The word appraiser implies that they appraise:  to evaluate the worth, significance, or status of; especially : to give an expert judgment of the value or merit of (my house). 

According to the realtor who heard from the mortgage guy who heard from the appraiser, they want some minor things corrected.  What?  Maybe I am starting to implode from having too many people doing too many things.  Maybe that is the problem.  I mean, if it is something to correct, great, but again, aren't they establishing value and not doing a Home Inspection?  That is what the home inspector is for, yes?  no?  who knows?  

I think I need to go back to Alaska and let my people finalize this deal without me being in the middle of it.  When I come back, I hope they will have moved all of my things into the new house.