Normally, I have a typically lame excuse for not blogging. Apathy, work, illness, family, the like. This last hiatus, though brief by the standards of previous lapses, was more scary. (For me - if it was scary for you, I am concerned about your mental health.)
Last week, I almost lost my house.
There is a prologue to this story, of course. I have been gainfully employed for the last year. The two and a half years previous to last summer were rather more chaotic. Between January 2007 and August 2009, I was laid off three times. Once, just five weeks into a year long contract. This had a profound and deleterious effect on my finances - every time I'd get a new gig, I'd struggle to get caught up, get there, and then immediately be on forced retirement. With help from family, and by adopting a spartan lifestyle, I managed to make it through. Except for what I owe my parents, I am no more in debt now than when I started the whole nightmare. I have no credit card debt, and my only loans are car loans, and my mortgage. But I did not get through without constant run-ins with the most wonderful and understanding people on Earth, the bill collectors.
My largest debt is my mortgage, and my mortgage loan company is a smallish one. I'd fall behind, get a job, get on a plan, get laid off, get behind... Last fall, hopeful again that this job would last a little longer than the last few, I got on a plan. I scraped up a few thousand in earnest money, and started making payments.
Life is good! The house is saved, a major worry is de-worrified, and I focus on catching up on other bills.
Now, part of the process is filling out endless paperwork. I did, back in October of last year. A call to the mortgage company revealed that they were missing a signed page two of my tax return. No problem - I'll fax it. As I made my last scheduled payment on the plan at the end of March, this came up again. Didn't get the first one? I'll fax it in again. I continued making payments, as agreed. I asked when I'd find out what the new terms would be, they said that the underwriters would look at everything and get back to me.
Okay.
Understand that from January of this year through my departure for Ohio three weeks ago, I received exactly one piece of mail from the mortgage people - a form letter saying that my interest rate might (or might not) change in August. Got that in May.
'Round about June, I became concerned that I hadn't heard anything. I gave them a call. "Oh, hi, Mr. Buckethead! We don't have your signed page two of your tax return." Well, shit, okay, I'll get it to you. I asked where we were - no problem, they say, just get that to us, and we're cool. So alright. I faxed it in, for the fourth time. Busyness ensued - getting ready for the trip, other issues. I leave for Ohio.
Last Tuesday, two weeks into my trip to Ohio, I called again, to check on their progress. And discovered that my house was scheduled for a sheriff's sale yesterday - the 10th of August, a week away. Holy mother of fuck. I say, well that's mildly outrageous, seeing as I never got anything in the mail, or a phone call, or by smoke signal indicating that my house was going to be sold out from under me despite the fact that I had made every single agreed payment.
In fact, I discovered that the decision had been made four days before I talked to the guy in June - rejected because they had only an unsigned version of page 2 of my tax return, and not a signed one. They had somehow failed to mention that in the phone call, or the sale. And it appears that my signature on the initial agreement gave them the right to do that.
I seriously considered just giving them the keys.
My house is worth no more than what I paid for it in 2006, maybe slightly less. Thanks to missed payments that will be tacked onto the end, I'm at least somewhat underwater. If I sold the house, I'd lose money. Having the bank sell the house would mean they lose the money. I could find a rental for significantly less than my current mortgage payment, even as low as half; and I wouldn't have the burden of hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt. The upside would be a thousand more dollars in my pocket every month - not an insignificant sum.
Downside, of course, is that my credit rating would be savaged for years, useless. That's a hell of a trade-off, freedom and more money with expulsion from the ranks of the credit-worthy; or continued paycheck to paycheck wage-slavery to maintain my status and nice home.
I find that the monkeybrains was arguing for status. Losing the house would be a real hit to my pride. But in the end, I decided to go with monkeybrains and keep the house for a couple reasons. One, employers check credit reports when they're hiring. Two, I will need a viable credit rating to purchase a new, larger vehicle to accomodate my soon to be larger family sometime before next January. Three, I have plans for the future that require home ownership. It's involved, but take my word for it. I'm trying to think long-term, and the short term happiness of more money is not outweighing seven years bad luck for defaulting on a mortgage.
So last week, I spent several hours on the phone, arguing, bargaining, negotiating, and managed to avert disaster. So far as I know, they did not sell my house yesterday. It came down to me agreeing to pay two payments instead of one, all for their screw up. A reach-around would have been appreciated, but was not offered. A timely short term loan from Mom covered the shortfall (thanks mom!) and finally we were able to move on.
The frustrating thing about this is (aside from nearly dying of shock, and then having to fork over an extra mortgage payment for someone else's fuck-up) that I had not refinanced the loan back in March. I didn't because the people I talked to said that I wouldn't be able to get good terms while I was still technically in default, because the plan wasn't complete. I figured a couple more months wouldn't be a bad thing, especially if I can get a better deal at the end of it. Now, thanks to this most recent ass-rape, it will be until January of '11 before this new plan is finished. (Needless to say, I am going to pursue refinancing rather more relentlessly, I want to get away from these people.)
If anyone knows of any good house refinancing resources, I'd welcome a tip.
From what mom was telling me, this sort of thing isn't exactly uncommon. Others have had houses sold out from under their feet despite having made regular, agreed-upon payments. And usually, without notification. Which strikes me as curious - it's one thing to foreclose on someone who isn't making payments, but given the near certainty of massive losses on the sale, you'd think they'd want to keep raking in the interest money. Unless, of course, it's cheaper for them to write off the loss and get bailout money from the government.