Hope, Again

The bank (ok, a bank representative) left a message last Friday, but K only listened to it this morning. Apparently we can qualify for a renegotiation of the mortgage terms, but we need a tiny bit more income. K called back today, but the person wasn't there.

Keep your fingers crossed for us. My employment with the school is actually over (one more paycheck and that's it), so technically our income now is even lower than what we claimed it to be when we filed the paperwork. Sigh. They don't need to know I no longer have the job, do they? Well, we're trying to think of alternatives. I hope we don't have to wait until one of us has another job (K is looking for a part-time teaching gig on top of his postdoc) in the Fall for the payment to be lowered.

Maybe we can keep the house after all. At this point, I'm so disillusioned and I've grieved so much already that selling it would have been kind of a relief, but maybe "we're meant" to have it a little bit longer.

We'll see.