(Alternate title: If we end up homeless, it’s the government’s fault.)

I’ve been dreading this post for about three weeks.

Let me rephrase that: For three weeks, I’ve hoped that I’d get a call from our realtor and wouldn’t have reason to write this post.

Do you want the long story or the short story? How ’bout I just give you the short story, and then I’ll go back to vacuuming:

1) We put a contract on a house.

2) The bank foreclosed.

3) The bank sold the house to the Government. (I don’t know what this means, except that it has something to do with it being insured by the government or something.)

4) Fannie Mae (FNMA) now has the house and is doing whatever Fannie Mae does in order to prepare a house to be put on the market. This involves repainting, re-carpeting and repairing – as well as ignoring the realtor who continues to tell them that WE want the house – now – as is. Considering the fact that this house has been off the market for about six weeks, this whole process can take a while.

How am I doing? Well… I had my crying fit about three weeks ago. And then Drew and I prepared. We started asking around and spreading the word that we’d need to crash somewhere short-term once we got down there.

Luckily, we’ll be staying in our Pastor’s basement/guest area until… ?

We drive off tomorrow (Tuesday, 12/15) and will slowly make our way down the east-coast. Somewhere along the way, Drew will start calling Fannie Mae until he gets some answers.

And then we decide if we’re going to start house-hunting again.

Or, we’ll wait.