The closing is scheduled for 4 p.m. today, with the final walk-through at 3. A few minutes ago, my realtor, who was supposed to accompany me on the walk-through, called and informed me that he had to be in Syracuse today, and I should do the walk-through by myself.
Then, then, he said, "The closing on your apartment building was yesterday. You're going to be out by the thirtieth, right?" Note: The thirtieth is TODAY.
And I said, "Yes, the thirtieth of August."
And he said, "Oh, well, I thought you were going to be out the end of this month."
And I said, "Well, nobody ever sent me an eviction notice, so, NO, I am staying through the end of August." Bastard.
Remember back when this dude sold me down the river? Pressured me into finding a house right away so he could get a deal done?
Yeah. Oddly enough, I never DID get an eviction notice, and not knowing when my closing was going to happen, I never gave my thirty-day notice on the apartment. The next month's rent is due in two days, and you'd better believe that I'm mailing in that last rent check tomorrow. The full fucking amount. I'm taking the whole damn month. Fuck the realtor, whom I have not heard from in a month in a half. Fuck the apartment building's new landlord, who never ONCE bothered to contact me about my moving plans.
Bitter much? Why yes, yes I am. This whole home-buying thing has been unbelievably stressful. And now you want me out of my apartment by, well, today?
Updated at 11:45 to add: The realtor's office just called and said that in addition to the realtor not being there for the walk-through, they hadn't unlocked the house yet, and would I mind stopping by their office to pick up the key?
Head exploding in three ....... two ........ one ..........