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Monday, December 6. 2010
Some Days Need a Blog Post
What. A. Day.
It started out looking fairly simple. Just ring the estate agent and tell them we accept the offer on our Penshurst property that we'd had the weekend to think about, once they got back to us after trying to squeeze a bit more money, then tell the mortgage broker to go ahead with the building loan application based on the discussion we just had with the builders to provide a new quote now that we knew the Penshurst property was going to be sold. Simple enough, right?
Of course we needed to sign some paperwork and rather than drive to an agent in Sydney we opted to Express Post it back from the local post office once they had witnessed a signature. Easy enough, quick trip with noisy kiddies but all ok. Drive back home, noting that the recent amazing rains had caused localised puddles and rivers in the middle of fields to gush to life. The world is very real out here.
For those who haven't visited, the rental property we are in is half way up a valley with only one access road. The stream that cut out the valley millions of years ago is typically barely a trickle, but at times it floods enough that the causeway had an adjacent bridge built many years ago. We call it the old bridge, bet you can't guess why. It's currently shut for what appears to be an almost complete rebuild. Can you see where this is going?
It turns out that on our fifteen minute trip to the post office we were likely the last ones to cross the causeway before the waters completely overwhelmed it, such that upon our return we were faced with this:
Chatting with the local farmer who has lived in the valley all his life, the advice was to leave and return a few hours later. So, what to do but to head to our favourite coffee shop R. Coffee for a sit and a think. Then the supermarket to stock up. Then to return to the flood zone only to realise we weren't driving across any time soon.
By this time the council had showed up and ended up assisting us to walk across the unfinished, wet concrete / mud / huge gaps bridge with two kiddies, some supplies, and the intention to walk to our house about 1km further up the road. By then some locals with less regard for their well being decided to drive straight through with enough success to encourage me to walk back across the bridge and drive it anyway (family-free). So we made it, and returning late this evening for a look the waters have receeded. Any further rain and no doubt it will all be back again.
Along with copies of the forms we posted, we also managed to access with some family help Liz's payslips at her work and a letter from the office about her maternity leave, all also required for mortgage application. These were variously scanned and emailed. And everything had to go to the solicitor too of course.
It's fun to do seemingly never-ending things together as a family. A bit of action and adventure thrown in help somewhat too.
So yes, we appear to have hopefully sold our house and be building starting in the new year with luck. Just a few more items to knock over first but they're looking hopeful now.
For the record, universe, I'm quite happy to have less things at once from now on. Brain melted. Back to work tomorrow for a break.
It started out looking fairly simple. Just ring the estate agent and tell them we accept the offer on our Penshurst property that we'd had the weekend to think about, once they got back to us after trying to squeeze a bit more money, then tell the mortgage broker to go ahead with the building loan application based on the discussion we just had with the builders to provide a new quote now that we knew the Penshurst property was going to be sold. Simple enough, right?
Of course we needed to sign some paperwork and rather than drive to an agent in Sydney we opted to Express Post it back from the local post office once they had witnessed a signature. Easy enough, quick trip with noisy kiddies but all ok. Drive back home, noting that the recent amazing rains had caused localised puddles and rivers in the middle of fields to gush to life. The world is very real out here.
For those who haven't visited, the rental property we are in is half way up a valley with only one access road. The stream that cut out the valley millions of years ago is typically barely a trickle, but at times it floods enough that the causeway had an adjacent bridge built many years ago. We call it the old bridge, bet you can't guess why. It's currently shut for what appears to be an almost complete rebuild. Can you see where this is going?
It turns out that on our fifteen minute trip to the post office we were likely the last ones to cross the causeway before the waters completely overwhelmed it, such that upon our return we were faced with this:
Chatting with the local farmer who has lived in the valley all his life, the advice was to leave and return a few hours later. So, what to do but to head to our favourite coffee shop R. Coffee for a sit and a think. Then the supermarket to stock up. Then to return to the flood zone only to realise we weren't driving across any time soon.
By this time the council had showed up and ended up assisting us to walk across the unfinished, wet concrete / mud / huge gaps bridge with two kiddies, some supplies, and the intention to walk to our house about 1km further up the road. By then some locals with less regard for their well being decided to drive straight through with enough success to encourage me to walk back across the bridge and drive it anyway (family-free). So we made it, and returning late this evening for a look the waters have receeded. Any further rain and no doubt it will all be back again.
Along with copies of the forms we posted, we also managed to access with some family help Liz's payslips at her work and a letter from the office about her maternity leave, all also required for mortgage application. These were variously scanned and emailed. And everything had to go to the solicitor too of course.
It's fun to do seemingly never-ending things together as a family. A bit of action and adventure thrown in help somewhat too.
So yes, we appear to have hopefully sold our house and be building starting in the new year with luck. Just a few more items to knock over first but they're looking hopeful now.
For the record, universe, I'm quite happy to have less things at once from now on. Brain melted. Back to work tomorrow for a break.
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