Good thing I’m an adaptable woman. Just got the call from my agent and, apparently, there’s a problem. They can’t write my mortgage in Kitsap.
As in… at all.
So. Goodbye to the cute as a button house and to Port Orchard, it seems. Goodbye perhaps even to the house hunt overall, as the county in which I can be underwritten doesn’t seem to really start under 350, unless you have sweat equity to bring to the equation.
At the moment, I have no comment. Nothing you’d want to hear, anyway. I’m 25 minutes from coffee with a friend I’ve not seen in some time, followed by coffee with a new friend and frankly, I pity the poor souls my mood. Or not. I really don’t know just how well the armor holds up; not having had it on in a time.
Guess I’m about to find out.