About this time last year, we stopped paying our mortgage. We decided to stop, after a lot of discussing, and praying, and thinking, thankfully not because we couldn't make the payments, but because we have out-grown our little 1300 square foot home and we couldn't rent it for anywhere near what our payment was. The bank wouldn't even talk to us about negotiating the loan until we missed a payment, and when we did that, all they wanted to do was talk about collecting a payment (a real bunch of geniuses over there)...oh, and our home is now selling for $175,000 LESS than what we paid for it.
What a blessing that decision has turned out to be. We have continued to live in our home up til now without making a payment, which has helped us build up our savings, and prepare for a better (and wiser) home purchase in the the future.
But now, the time has come. Our house has been approved for short sale, and it should close today or tomorrow! Which means, we are moving. This is a little bitter-sweet...this was our first home that we owned, and the home Easton and now Ty have spent their life in. But on the other hand, we are excited to move on and more importantly, have more space!
A little while back when we were trying to figure out where we should move to, the oh-so-awesome Custer Family mentioned that they were buying a new house and going to be moving soon. They so awesomely offered us a teeny tiny rent payment for their ridiculously huge house that they are leaving behind for their even ridiculously huger house. And so, we accepted. We are so, so sad that the Custer's are moving away, but they are so great to let us stay in their home which will keep us in our ward and close to friends.
So, after that novel of a story, if anyone is still reading, the plan...
The Custers are moving out on Thursday, and then we will be moving in on Saturday...how about that for timing eh?
Since this will most likely be the last post for a little bit I thought I would leave you with some cuteness...
Ty's first Fat lip
Easton's "Muscle Flex"
p.s: Just have to say that moving stinks, but in the summertime in Vegas it's like suicide, and yet, so far we have moved in the summer each time. Lame.