The Pink monkey ate the turkey sandwich

Couldn't think of a clever title. So I decided to go with the most random thing I could think of at the moment. I feel like I've said that before though, making it not so random. Anyone ever recall?

Anyway, news flash!

While most ppl were doing this....
for let's say 12 credits for 2 semesters = total 360hrs.

I was doing this....

and then...


and finally...












All that traveling for about 320hrs. And in less time than you complete your semester (like 4 months)

So for 4 months everyday I took what Justin called a "flight" from qb to work everyday....and back.

Those painful memories are over now. I was rereading a previous post on how I was saying I'd wait it out and continue to do that commute until God had a crib for me. Phew, if I had to wait any longer I may have died from like subway-disease or something. He surely knows how much I can handle.

But yay! wooohooo! I finally got a place (24 days later). Yeah, I actually got it on Nov 6th. But haven't told the blog world yet, so no one really knows until now. But let me tell you how this thing literally collapsed and then rebuilt itself back together. Not my home. The situation.

Member how I was saying that God stay blessing me cuz I was about to put an offer in on a crib that I and my fam liked, but for "some" reason it didn't want to go through. And then I saw a new listing pop up on the market for a considerably lower price, closer to my price range yet with the same amenities. (Can you see God working already?) Yeah so bad news....but let me do it in story mode so you can feel my pain.

So after I put in an offer and they immediately counter-offered much higher and insulted my loan company and even threaten to not entertain me anymore because they were so disgusted with my offer and my mortgage ppl. Geez, talk about hate. So after my realtor convinced them we'd make magic happen and close the deal in 20days from whenever they signed, they were more willing to listen. So while Jay and I are debating this place for me and the possible counter to the counter offer, all kinds of mumbo jumbo happens. Like supposed other offers, counter to the counter's counter and so on. And finally we agreed on a price I was happy wit and the seller could stomach. (btw: i've never physically seen/spoke to the seller, our agents talk, cuz if i had...I'd probably be in prison or running from the cops somewhere, and still hittin up the blog)

So anyway, so we're working towards a closing date. And all kinds of miscommunication goes on. At one point the seller didn't even want to work with us anymore. I was praying to God that everything would just finally please work out. So I had to do some serious damage control. Had everyone (my attorney, realtor, and mortgage banker) on the phone and cleared the air and settled everything before we approached the selling side.

Praying calms my nerves too, cuz I can get really heated on the phone, while on the train on my "flight" home. It don't get pretty when you impede His Plans for me. I take personal offense. But that evened out over time, but boy was that way more than a hassle. I was literally about to (forcefully) have EVERYONE including the seller meet face to face or something.

So finally closing day. Or what should have been Oct. 24th quickly turned to Oct. 31st and then every day was closing until it literally happened on Nov 6. I was like come on. Are you serious? Everyday same call. "uhhh we haven't received x documents from your x (lawyer, realtor, seller) So we're going to have to postpone the closing till tomorrow....if we get them today" It was another pain.

And then finally it was set Nov. 5th. Yeah I know Nov. 5th. Just watch...or read rather. So Monday comes around and ya boy takes off work, cuz closing is an all day affair. Rents a Budget Rental Truck. Contracts out Gregg and my boy Corey to help a brother load. And packed all my crap in this truck and was ready to go on early Monday morning. (Fat shout to Gregg and C-murdah for helpin out yo). So we get to the lawyers office to sign away my life for hte next 30yrs and I thought it'd be great to maybe do a lil extra. Maybe buydown the interest rate on the mortgage. So I call my banker to get the specifics/details on how much, etc. After getting the info, I'm convinced that's not what I want to do anymore. So I go back to the table open my pen begin to sign on the form and then my phone rings.....

Insane! Mortgage banker calls me back saying "Ray. I'm so sorry." Don' t you just hate it when people say that. Cuz they put you in suspense for like a good 3 sec. That could stop someone's heart. Anyway she was like "You have the wrong forms. There's a mistake." So I put her on speaker phone and she's explaining to my lawyer, moms, pops, and myself what the hell is going on. She then gets her manager on the phone to explain that the forms wont process till tomorrow. Yeah Tuesday. So my fam is yellin into the phone "Well what are we supposed to do with a Truck load of crap ready to be moved in" And everyone is gettin extra excited. And by excited I mean frustratedly angry, upset, and mad. So after a lot of talking. They were like "Sorry". I almost broke someone's face. Anyone could have sufficed at that moment. I was so so so pissed. Plus my realtor wasn't there to even give me the keys to the place had I moved in. So we woulda had to wait an hour or so while the lawyer got them.

This is where I held my tongue, which was on fire. And left God handle the situation. Mind you I aint wanna really hit nobody cuz I was in my good suit. One of two. And had I had three suits somebody might of still been in the hospital. But God knows me oh to well.

At the end of it all. I had to take off another day, rent the truck another day (paying fees), keep my stuff stored in the truck overnight in the unlocked lot, and close on Tuesday. But when I spoke to my mortgage banker and expressed to her my restraining myself from exploding. She kindly compensated my LARGELY. Here's where God literally came down, paused the real world and china, and reworked my situation just so that I could sleep easy. I ended up getting $100 or so off my monthly mortgage (for not paying PMI) and then got the PMI fee waived and they credited me the appraisal ($400) for the budget truck worries.

Man of man i was crazy happy when I calculated them savings.

So now I'm living good. settling in. loving life as usual, and thanking Him for just being Him. And also for holding me back when I was gonna ruin my future with some physical altercations and not be in the situation I am in now.

If you read my blogs from the beginning of this housing search mess. Or even go back further to January of 07 when I started this jawn. You'd be like damn mad ppl tried to OD on you heavy like. Like forreal sabotage was following me like a lil brotha, but He prevailed. i had nothinig to do with it. i was just on the sidelines like oo00o0o0o00 damn! ouch....are you serious......wwwwoooowww...lolol stop it please.....is this real life?....

So, now the days did still have crazy elements like: lossing electiricity, gas (had heat though), getting locked out, missing cable apts. But in the end God keeps "undo-ing" everyone else's madness and even my own and makes everything work out. Praise be to Him! Straight up I love my dude, Jesus, yo.

So if you really questioning your struggle/inconvenience/life lesson/or anything else. Trust me give it to God and just wait. And if you need another testimony to help you thru. Holla at me I'm a jukebox. I got them joints for days and they crazier than this one too.

I'm outtie. now eat the sang-weeech!