Saturday, January 19, 2019

Self-Employed + House Buying = Good Grief


As in…Good grief, Charlie Brown!

I’ll admit, I’ve found it difficult to write the past few weeks. Not because I don’t have things to say, but because the things on my mind aren’t necessarily “grief” things; however, they are part of my journey and this is my platform…so I’m going to share this part of my journey too!

Back when I was young, in the 60’s and 70’s, you went to school, graduated, got married, raised a family, and lived happily-ever-after. Happily-ever-after has evolved over the past few decades. There seems to be more emphasis on career and then family, which isn’t all bad. I grew up, graduated, got married, raised two awesome boys, got divorced, sold our family home, began a career, had another awesome boy, started a different career, AND lost both of my parents, my youngest son’s father, my oldest son, my oldest brother, and other close friends/family. Grief takes a toll on us; it causes stress, depression, anxiety, physical health issues, blah, blah, blah. Sometimes, it’s hard to muddle through snowed-in days, blown down fences, or empty nests. Life isn’t all ice cream sundaes and Disneyland trips.

After nearly 19 years of life after divorce and nearly 17 years of being a renter, I decided to take a step back in to homeownership. I’m not exactly sure why I decided this was the time, but I think it was a combination of things…rent isn’t getting any cheaper and neither are home prices, my youngest son has desired a dog since he was a toddler, I love to garden and take great pride in my home…are just a few things that come to mind. A while back, Bryan said to me, “mom, you love to garden and fix-up around your house, why don’t you just buy a house and put that your efforts into something for yourself instead of your landlord?” Well now, that’s a good question. I guess I thought I would remarry one day, buy a house together, enjoy “our” grandkids, and…yes, live happily-ever-after! Clearly, I’m quite comfortable being independent and “MY” life has been more important than finding another husband. I wouldn’t mind companionship, but I am quite content in “MY” life and what I have made of it…on my own.

Dillon…and a dog. Now, that’s another subject. Like I mentioned, he has wanted one for quite some time. I love dogs; however, I really haven’t wanted to be bothered by “everything” that comes along with having a pet…been there, done that. Plus, I’ve been a renter and having a pet while renting is an added “complication” that…I didn’t want to bother with. And, then, hey I started a new career; one that takes me traveling a few times a year. With that, comes additional pet expense and more “I didn’t want to be bothered with.” You get the idea. Over the past few years, I have come to realize how important a pet is to Dillon and the benefits it could provide for him. Not only have I been grieving, so has he. He doesn’t complain about it and he hasn’t dwelled over his losses. All he has done is request a dog and present me “his case” for why. It wasn’t an easy road for him (trying to “convince” me) and after countless discussions and compromises, I agreed that a dog would be beneficial to his grief journey as well as provide him with a responsibility that only a pet can offer. So, began the thoughts of home and pet ownership.

I knew two things; I did not want to be “house poor” and I wanted something fitting for my 2-person and 1 pet family that would likely be a starter family home for Dillon one day. I concluded that a manufactured home was the right option. I looked at new ones and I looked at multiple used ones. I checked out numerous manufactured home communities; boy is their rent pricing all over the map. My favorite was the $840 “lifestyle fee” to live there! Really, I don’t need $850 worth of “lifestyle”, but thank you! Geez Louise! Regardless, I began my “serious” search last May. By process and elimination, pros and cons; I found what seemed to be the perfect one for me and it is very close to my current location, which I really like. Everything started falling into place. I looked at the home three times and then decided I would fill out the papers to get “pre-approved.”

Let me insert some additional information: The Manufactured Home Community is unique…

·         For homes in parks you will note the same “few” realtors on the listings. This is because they are required to have a special license to sell a MH within a park; because they are still considered “mobile”…like an auto or RV.

·         There was no point in “getting my own realtor” because there were few to chose from, so I did most of my house-hunting on my own.

Ok, pre-approval submittal: That was on a Friday and on Monday, bam – preapproval I had! I then went into the offer stage. After a week, an agreement was reached. Another side note: let me say when I bought my one and only home before…I was married, I was young, we assumed a loan, and my brother was the realtor. The process was easy, peasy and I don’t really remember much about it. We filled out some papers and a few weeks later, we moved in. Ok, back to the offer; an agreement was reached and then I was told it was time to “fill-out” the “full” loan papers (as if the pre-approval ones were the short version). Ok, no problem, what could go wrong? I filled out their papers and submitted them with all the documents they requested. Bam…approved! I’m excited….right up to the point where they tell me they need more information. What? I found out really quick…”pre-approval” only means that you are “credit-approved” AND then my “approval” for the loan, was again…only “credit-approval”. Seriously? Good grief! I’ve learned some a few lessons in this process.

·         The rules for self-employed are much different than for the employed.

·         Realtors and Lenders should not use terms like “gross income” when that is NOT the case for the self-employed. The minute the realtor hears the buyer is self-employed they should use the term “adjusted gross income, from Schedule C” and no exceptions. (Per new standards a few years ago.)

My friends, that makes a HUGE difference. Self-employed people have many right-offs to offset taxes. Don’t tell me “gross income” when you really mean “adjusted gross income”. The first lender wanted me to pay off my car (“retire some debt”, they call it) and have additional cash for the down payment…to the tune of $33,000 on a selling price of less than $100,000. Seriously, are you on crack? By this time, one month has passed since my first “pre-approval”.

At that point, I took matters into my own hands and began to search for a different lender. Another side note: manufactured homes in parks are not typical “home” loans and once again, a few elite lenders seem to be available. Good grief! I made several phone calls and although many institutions do offer MH loans, most are only if they are on their own property…not in a park community. You might be asking, why not just buy new and put on property? Because I don’t want to be house poor. It is a conventional loan that would require more down payment AND let’s remember they are not using my GROSS income, but the ADJUSTED GROSS income.

After calling a few places and realizing they don’t do MH loans in parks, one would think I might be discouraged. I was disappointed the first lender didn’t even come back with: “you need to retire “x” amount of debt or we can only lend “x” amount”, but that didn’t happen. It was retire “x” amount of debt or nothing, no further communication from them once I told them I wasn’t willing to do that.

Here I sit, December 31st, wondering what to do next. I can’t seem to find a lender and that just seems crazy. Why would God line things up so perfectly for the door to be shut at the loan process. I just knew he wouldn’t “toy” with us that way. The only explanation; it wasn’t the right lender. After a few phone calls, I remembered continually hearing an advertisement on the Christian radio last summer; but couldn’t remember the name. A few minutes later, it came to me and I looked them up on the internet. Thank you, Jesus, for supplying that name in my mind! After a short online “chat” session, I had someone call me. My first question: “Do you do MH loans?” His answer, to my dismay, was, “no.” We hung up. I was sure God was leading me here. At this point, I needed a break from this, so I got up and walked away. About an hour later, my phone rang, and it was “Matt” whom told me “no” a short while ago. He apologized and said he was wrong, and he found out that they do work on MH loans. Hallelujah! (insert musical notes!) I proceeded to share where I was in the process and everything that had happened. I was sure I needed to find someone that would use my “gross” wages because otherwise the figures were showing too high of income to debt ratio. We talked for well over a half an hour, when he asked if I wanted to proceed. I told him I would need to talk to a loan officer before I was willing to have them “run my credit”, since I had already seen declining points from the previous inquiries. He assured me, a loan processor would call Wednesday or Thursday as they were gone for the holiday at this time. Perfect! Wednesday afternoon, as promised, Robert called. We talked for nearly an hour and I agreed to send him my loan package to review before we agreed to proceed. After his review, January 3rd, I am working with them…although I still don’t have a “loan commitment letter” and the sellers are getting anxious. Our original closing date was this coming Monday, January 21st, we are 7 weeks in this process, and we’re still waiting. Praying Tuesday brings the commitment letter, but hey I might just be the “Angel of Patience”.

Friday, January 4, 2019

New Year...Stronger Us


Grief can leave you with feelings all over the place. You can be enjoying Christmas and the beauty of your decorated home or the smells of fall candles, and then boom, it hits you. You miss your loved one or loved ones. I would say after 2+ years, we are doing pretty good day to day. There are more memories and less tears. I’m a mother and I’m a survivor. 
I was binge watching a comedy this week. It’s kind of raunchy humor and more cussing than I care for, but I can relate to some of the characters and I find myself laughing often by the dialog. Sometimes, we just need a little laughter in our day. I was about 5 or 6 episodes into this show, when BAM! One of the brothers came up missing. (Now, mind you, I am not a fan of watching the news. I would like to see more “good” news than what is reported. So, I really had no idea this character was due to leave the show.) The father and slightly younger (about 3 years or so…like Bryan to BJ) brother were called to the accident sight. The father could look at the mangled motorcycle and see no way his son could survive that, while the younger brother could look at the situation and be convinced that his brother had set this scene because he had been threatened and by all accounts, in his mind, his brother was still alive. 
The show continues the story through a couple of episodes, finally ending with a Celebration of Life for the MIA brother. The younger brother was opposed to the celebration and felt everyone was turning their back on his brother. Towards the end and after receiving a present from his lost brother, he began to accept his brother had died. 
Why do I share all of this? Because I’ve been quite busy with life; the Christmas season, the ups and downs of the home buying process, traveling, yada, yada, yada, to really “feel” feelings. I have kept others that have lost a loved one this year in my thoughts and prayers, knowing how the first holidays without their “person” can be. I’ve spent time with my kids, with my grandkids, and with friends…the usual holiday stuff. I haven’t really taken time to delve into my feelings, although when one of your children has died you just always miss them and have a continual feeling of loss and sadness without their human presence. 
Watching that comedy this week provided a laughter I really needed…right up until the accident. In that moment, as I watched the dad and brother at the accident sight I cried. I could see Bill and Bryan on that road, feeling those feelings, and I knew what that family had in store. I know it’s just a TV show, but friends it was eerily real. I could feel the denial and disbelief. I could feel the heartache having to come to terms of their loss and I could cry at every word that was spoken at that Celebration of Life. I could feel it as if I just went through that horrific ordeal…yesterday. The most gut-wrenching was watching the younger brother scenes. They showed him while playing “Drink a Beer” by Luke Bryan. Why was this so difficult? Because of the resemblance it had to the brothers on TV and the McCormick brothers. Bryan first heard that song just days after losing his brother. He quit listening to country music for a few months because of that. I got a phone call in early June, eight months after BJ died, from Bryan’s oldest son. He said, “Grandma Peggy, something is wrong with Bryan. He’s just sitting outside, drinking a beer, listening to the same country song.” I had just cooked a plate of food. I left it on the counter, jumped in my car, and found my sweet boy sitting on his patio, drinking a Coors Light (BJ’s beverage of choice), and listening to country music. There was a sadness that he had suppressed…until he couldn’t anymore. I didn’t tell him his son called me. I just told him I was out and about so was stopping in to see him. I could tell he wasn’t good. He finally broke down and told me about the song, when he first heard it, and how he quit listening to country music, until that day, because it was too painful. We talked, he played that song (several times) for me, and at times we were just quiet. I felt his hurt all over again as I watched that show last night and as I heard that song. Some days are harder than others. Some songs or some shows trigger our feelings and allow us to release our sadness through “more” tears.
I have a good life. I have two wonderful living sons. I have adorable, funny, and loving grandchildren. And, I have a son in Heaven. My person that waits with my other people for my arrival. I miss him terribly, but in a blink of an eye we will be together again. Knowing that helps me keep “living”, just as he would want and expect of me.
If you have just went through your first holiday season without your person, you have more strength than you knew. You are a survivor. You will grieve for a long time and maybe forever. Remember to enjoy each day that you are given, because none of us are guaranteed tomorrow and some will not make it until then. God Bless and Godspeed!