We’re getting the condo. After an extremely speedy negotiation on price yesterday, we were told to ready ourselves for the mortgage application by gathering all paper-based evidence that we are productive members of society who do things like pay taxes and save money and shank hobos. Kidding about the last one. I was just making sure you’re paying attention.

All kidding aside ... never mind. That’s ridiculous. I never leave the kidding aside.

Today we meet the lender, who we are told is a ridiculously good-looking woman who will punch you in the face if you don’t know what you’re talking about or don’t have your poop together. The words used were, “She will ride you, and not in the good way.” I’m not sure what the good way would be for me so let’s just make sure she doesn’t catch on that we haven’t done this before.

Sita schooled us on some of the options the lender will offer us, and told us what we should choose to get the best deal, so I feel pretty confident that the lender will leave her saddle and crop under her desk.

The idea we’re getting is that the sellers want to close quickly, and that the only thing holding up the show would be financing. I called Julie last night to let her know, since she may need to find another renter sooner rather than later.

The only thing I’m not looking forward to is moving. How much does moving suck? A really whole lot. Moving super sucks.