So the second inspection was passed, we signed off on all paperwork, we got everything out of the house, and we boarded our plane to England. This after we had to detour back to Fair Lawn to give our keys to our agent, Cori. Cori was sick with the flu and she walked us step by step to her door where we waved through a germ barrier. Last I heard, things were all set. The closing would occur while we were on our flight back to England. When we get to England I could sign on and get the closing documents.nnSo we get to Heathrow Airport, and try to grab a shuttle to our car. We call the shuttle company and they tell us where to meet them. We get there and wait, and wait, and yes we wait. There are two other people waiting there too. We start conversation with them and they are waiting for the same shuttle bus as us. The place is eerily quiet. We make conversation and we talk to them about the skunk and our delay getting back. They comment on the amount of luggage and we explain that this is a permanent move and this is the last of our stuff. Suddenly a light bulb goes off. Will this luggage fit in the car?nnThe answer was yes. But just barely. We had to play a game of Tetris to get it all in and close the doors. All those years of squeezing into skinny jeans paid off. Ironically there was one bag I left in the US – it was kismet. And now the A4 is welcoming us back home by closing down segments of the road and making a 3 hour trip out of what should be a 1.5 hour trip. Thank you A4 for the pleasure. Especially since it is now 1 in the morning and I was not ready to sleep anyway.nnWe get back to my in-laws to find out there is no bed for us, and no clear path to get to the bed. The day just never ends and gets better and better. We fall asleep on the 2 seater sofa and a reclining chair. Ahhhh, comfort.nnMorning comes quickly I feel like I got a good 10-15 minutes of sleep so I am ready to go. Sign on to e-mail and the attorney forgot to send the closing documents. I send a reminder – knowing it is the middle of the night in the US. I will check in a few hours. I mean, what can go wrong? Right?nnWe continue to pack and encourage my in-laws that a train stub from 1973 should be thrown out at this point. I also suggested that perhaps a receipt that has eroded so badly you can’t read it anymore be thrown out. Silly me with my suggestions.nnSo in an attempt to restore some sanity I check my e-mails again. There it is – an e-mail from the attorney. Great! I click on the icon. It opens, I smile. I frown. The impossible has happened. A nurse gets fired in NJ, (nurses do not get fired – they are so desperately needed – this is rarer then a triple full moon in a month) it is the same nurse buying my house and the bank pulled the mortgage. I have worked mortgage servicing for a good 12 years and in my life I never saw a mortgage pulled after a commitment. WHY do I always need to be the exception to the rule.nnBACK to the drawing board – the house is still for sale. I am starting to feel jinxed. My only luck is bad luck.
