The drawer in my kitchen, the one where things go to be not thought about, has a folder in it now. It's been there since January, when I told you to stop putting the thin envelope in there and start putting a file in there instead. I took my own advice, which is rarer than it should be.
Nine months. Here's what's in the folder.
Three reports, dated January, with circles on them. Three more, dated April, with fewer circles. Two green cards, signed by someone at a bureau in Pennsylvania on the 21st of a month. One results letter that says updated and one that says verified, and a second letter for the verified one, this time to the furnisher, with a paid receipt stapled to it. A copy of a hundred-word statement I wrote in June and, I'm told, a bureau now carries. And a sheet at the front listing every date, in pencil, because my grandmother was right about pencil.
That's the file. It isn't dramatic. That's the point.
What I didn't expect
The thing I didn't expect was how the folder changed the conversations. My loan officer, when I finally applied in July, asked about the verified item, and I handed her the folder instead of a story. She read the statement, read the receipt, read the furnisher's letter, and said, okay. One syllable. Not a condition on the loan; not a letter of explanation; not the phrase "shouldn't be a problem." Okay.
The file did the talking. I'd spent nine months making sure it could.
The one thing
If you started in January, pull the three again this week and lay them next to the January set. You'll see the circles you erased. If you didn't start in January, the folder is a manila one from the drugstore and the first report is free at AnnualCreditReport.com, and it's Thursday. The drawer's right there. Put something honest in it.
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