our personal housing crisis

i swore to myself that i would not post again on our House Buying and Selling Saga. but i've learned to never say never. this ordeal has dominated our lives for 282 days. we had finally reached the end ... but it ain't over 'til the fat lady sings, and apparently she was just warming up for her encore. my brain is too fried to go into detail about all the happenings just within the last few days, so i'll give you the cliff's notes version. we were supposed to have closed on the house here in raleigh on tuesday morning. at 9:45 the night before (giving us less than twelve hours' notice), the seller's agent called our agent in a tizzy, saying that he was sorry, but he FORGOT to tell his sellers what day closing was. this is, of course, after multiple e-mail confirmations and phone calls. what?! so, we have our entire lives packed up on several trucks with the moving company, driving the four hours from asheville to raleigh ... and there's nowhere for it all to go. fortunately, we have an excellent agent here who went to bat for us. the threat of "small claims court" might have wafted into a voicemail or two. suffice it to say ... after being presented with all the facts, the selling agency was quite eager to do whatever they could to for us to "make it right", and we did reach an agreement much to our liking. but we just have to shake our heads and wonder why in the world all the quirky, weird, unusual things happen to us. we could seriously write a book on all that we've experienced. when i've said i'm never moving again, i mean it.