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Sep. 2nd, 2024 05:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thelaughingmuseSo I have a new home in Mexico!!
...maybe.
My real estate agent keeps assuring me, the house is yours, the house is yours, the house is yours. But I don't have a lease signed, so legally, I don't count the house as mine. But I've already paid a deposit and half of the security policy. And there was drama from a landlord because the house that I chose that I liked the best, was not one that this landlord owned and they were claiming that the real estate agent was trying to cheat her out of a rental or something.
Did I mention that I caught the flu my 2nd day down in Mexico, and so the home tour was 100% virtual? Yeah, this whole thing was just super fun.
Lots of anger on my part, lots of "why couldn't things have been better prepared", lots of worry over whether or not I'd actually have an address so that I could move forward with getting my list of household goods reviewed and certified by the Mexican consulate. My initial plan was to rent for a year, find my forever-home, buy land, and build custom. Now I'm thinking it might take longer than one year. If I do want to re-up (I won't relocate after one year if I'm planning to relocate again), I hope the process will be smoother next time.
I also thought that I'd brought two key pieces of information with me on my trip. I had not. And while -=theoretically=- I could go to my Mexican bank and request one piece of this information, without a translator they acted like they didn't know what I was asking for. I was starting to feel tired by this point, so I made my deposit and took Uber back to where I was staying.
I also then found out that some of the Very Important Info would be available in the Mexican bank's app. Goodie! Okay, download that thing, go through the signup process, and...what do you mean, not recognized?!?? Turns out I have to have a chip from a Mexican cellphone provider to install and use the app. Or at least to install it. That's part of their security measures...which does kind of make sense, even if it's irritating as fuckall. So I can't start making direct transfers into my Mexican bank account until I have a Mexican phone with a Mexican chip so that I can use the Mexican-bank app.
Yippie skippy.
So I get the home tour, choose a home, send over paperwork...and then get requests for more stuff. Specifically, my credit score. For those who don't know, if you aren't already signed up for a credit-score service, you can't sign up if you're outside the US (or using a VPN.) My agent brought over a first bit of paperwork for me to review and sign...and has marked me as Jubilado (retired), which I am not yet. It was explained to me that this was done so that the leasing company wouldn't contact my current employer to verify my income, which is a good thing. But, of course, this meant that the leasing agency wanted more info to verify that I wouldn't just become a squatter in their property (understandable). So I spent the better part of a day frantically trying to get this info in PDF format but failing, and sending prepayments to lock the house deal in.
I did mention I was in the throes of the flu, right? And none of the places on the property had room service? Yeah, super fun.
So I get to Mexico City the day before my flight, I had another hot shower and a full night's sleep, I fly home and say hi to my kitties, and sure enough I find the Very Important Information! It was at home, in a Safe Place (just not the Safe Place that I'd thought it was.) And I drink some ginger ale, feed my kitties, get into a clean sleep shirt, and have a full night's sleep. I wake up, learn that my nearby store will indeed be open, and get ready to run out to get some food.
And all of a sudden I can't find my primary set of car keys.
They're in my house somewhere. Or in my car somewhere. I would have had to have the fob to start my car and drive out of the airport parking garage. I just...don't know where I put the fob after that.
I'm. So. Mother. Fucking. Tired all the time.
T minus 46 days.
...maybe.
My real estate agent keeps assuring me, the house is yours, the house is yours, the house is yours. But I don't have a lease signed, so legally, I don't count the house as mine. But I've already paid a deposit and half of the security policy. And there was drama from a landlord because the house that I chose that I liked the best, was not one that this landlord owned and they were claiming that the real estate agent was trying to cheat her out of a rental or something.
Did I mention that I caught the flu my 2nd day down in Mexico, and so the home tour was 100% virtual? Yeah, this whole thing was just super fun.
Lots of anger on my part, lots of "why couldn't things have been better prepared", lots of worry over whether or not I'd actually have an address so that I could move forward with getting my list of household goods reviewed and certified by the Mexican consulate. My initial plan was to rent for a year, find my forever-home, buy land, and build custom. Now I'm thinking it might take longer than one year. If I do want to re-up (I won't relocate after one year if I'm planning to relocate again), I hope the process will be smoother next time.
I also thought that I'd brought two key pieces of information with me on my trip. I had not. And while -=theoretically=- I could go to my Mexican bank and request one piece of this information, without a translator they acted like they didn't know what I was asking for. I was starting to feel tired by this point, so I made my deposit and took Uber back to where I was staying.
I also then found out that some of the Very Important Info would be available in the Mexican bank's app. Goodie! Okay, download that thing, go through the signup process, and...what do you mean, not recognized?!?? Turns out I have to have a chip from a Mexican cellphone provider to install and use the app. Or at least to install it. That's part of their security measures...which does kind of make sense, even if it's irritating as fuckall. So I can't start making direct transfers into my Mexican bank account until I have a Mexican phone with a Mexican chip so that I can use the Mexican-bank app.
Yippie skippy.
So I get the home tour, choose a home, send over paperwork...and then get requests for more stuff. Specifically, my credit score. For those who don't know, if you aren't already signed up for a credit-score service, you can't sign up if you're outside the US (or using a VPN.) My agent brought over a first bit of paperwork for me to review and sign...and has marked me as Jubilado (retired), which I am not yet. It was explained to me that this was done so that the leasing company wouldn't contact my current employer to verify my income, which is a good thing. But, of course, this meant that the leasing agency wanted more info to verify that I wouldn't just become a squatter in their property (understandable). So I spent the better part of a day frantically trying to get this info in PDF format but failing, and sending prepayments to lock the house deal in.
I did mention I was in the throes of the flu, right? And none of the places on the property had room service? Yeah, super fun.
So I get to Mexico City the day before my flight, I had another hot shower and a full night's sleep, I fly home and say hi to my kitties, and sure enough I find the Very Important Information! It was at home, in a Safe Place (just not the Safe Place that I'd thought it was.) And I drink some ginger ale, feed my kitties, get into a clean sleep shirt, and have a full night's sleep. I wake up, learn that my nearby store will indeed be open, and get ready to run out to get some food.
And all of a sudden I can't find my primary set of car keys.
They're in my house somewhere. Or in my car somewhere. I would have had to have the fob to start my car and drive out of the airport parking garage. I just...don't know where I put the fob after that.
I'm. So. Mother. Fucking. Tired all the time.
T minus 46 days.
