While these glitches were happening, we were living on takeout and paper plates. I had one pair of shoes at my disposal, and all my pants were packed.
Escrow on the house we were selling finally closed, but then we had a glitch. The lender needed one more bank statement from my husband, but I had literally just packed up the wireless router so we didn't have internet. Fortunately, our mortgage broker came up with a solution, but it delayed the close of escrow yet again.
This wouldn't have been that big of a deal, but the movers were loading the van with our stuff, and we were paying them by the hour. As I write this, it sounds like such a tiny thing. In that moment though, I thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown.
By early afternoon, everything that would fit was loaded, but we still had no keys. The movers grabbed a piece of driveway, and we all sat in near silence. I offered to buy everyone lunch, but the guys preferred to just hang out. To my surprise, they'd been through this plenty of times before. Apparently, many people have to wait on the keys.
A half hour later, we got the call that escrow had finally closed, and the house was ours. The movers got the van rolling, and we spent the next ten days unpacking, scheduling repairmen, and furnishing a house nearly three times the size of our old one.