our ex-house

Today we finally heard from the attorney processing our foreclosure. If there is any good news during a foreclosure it is this; they sold our house for more than what was owed on the loan. Like almost 10 grand more. Un-flippin-believable. I'm dumbfounded. I can't believe it. So therefore we owe nothing, since there is no difference. Had it undersold we likely would have had to file for bankruptcy and that would have majorly sucked. Not that foreclosure alone doesn't suck, but both together really would have sucked.

After the phone call was over I cried. I cried because I feel like that was closure. Like this house is no longer ours. They told us there is nothing more for us to do. We are to lock the house up and be gone by the time or redemption period is over.

I both love and hate this house. Love the memories. We came home from our honeymoon to this house. Brought our babies home to this house. Had many fun bonfires and bbq's at this house. But I hate the flooded basement we get when it rains. The small old fashioned bathroom. The ugly kitchen. But it was the kitchen I've fed my babies in. It was the bathroom I bathed them in. Ugh. This sucks.