If you’ve been wondering if we’ll shortly be moving back home, that unfortunate answer at this time is NO…we will not be. Certainly not within the frame of what most people would call a short while. There is a light at the end of this interminably long tunnel, though. I can’t really say that I’m jazzed about it yet, because…
We now face our sixth move since the fire.* Things that one would think would be easy, instead turn out, for quite inexplicable reasons, to not be so.
For example, an inspector was sent to see how far construction had gotten. One would understandably expect that person to be able to speak English.
One would be disappointed in this. Said inspector most likely found that plans were, indeed, 75% complete, which determination would release the remaining funds that are still needed (and held) for the rebuild. For some undoubtedly stupid reason, they have five business days to say so.
Imagine, if you will, the process that takes place once that simple statement is conveyed. It involves five additional business days before the final check is cut, which they would foolishly send by regular U.S. Postal Service if I didn’t intervene. My experience with the USPS of late brings me to project a seriously gloomy forecast about the safe and efficient arrival of almost anything these days, so I’ll be sending the holders of my money a different way to get those funds to me right away, for sure and certain.
Bottom line? We’ll be moving out of this condo on Thursday, and we don’t know where to yet, or actually even for how long.
It’d be super nifty for the reval funds to start flowing about now. I just know that’s a feeling shared by nearly everyone who reads this blog. With that in mind, let us collectively channel Captain Picard, and issue a command to…
* For background of our fire journey, search “Update from the Field.”