How much longer that my good cheer last?
We’re still in a holding pattern. I am assured that we are on track, but a discrepancy in the paperwork, which I insisted be cleared up before we take possession, is in the hands of the city’s slow-motion bureaucracy. (New tag for the blog: bureaucracy!) I wired money to the real estate agent some time ago, but we’re holding off handing it over to the homeowner until this discrepancy is resolved.
I guess this gives us more time to consider how we want to renovate, and it delays the stress and cash crunches that the renovation process will bring. But still, I want a key to that house, and I want it soon!
How I’m envying those people who bought a furnished, finished home, with the fideicomiso in place.
I remind myself, however, that we’re both still working and have family obligations here at home. That finished home might plausibly be rental income, but other than that, it would also be a source of frustration — my own vacation home, far away in paradise, and me at my work station.
So having a delay like this isn’t all bad. Because once the property is ours and finished, I’ll still be discontented, as long as I’m living NOB.