Hello, blog. I have failed you in every way. But let me explain my absence...
Last weekend we moved from our big, beautiful house into a decent, little apartment. I think we must be crazy. When we originally put the house on the market, we had plans to move to the northwest part of the state hoping for bigger, better opportunities. Hub already had a job offer there and I'd been laid off, so it made sense. Then I got this unexpected job offer not far from where we already lived. I guess neither of us truly wanted to leave the area and the offer was incredible, so we were somewhat relieved and decided to stay. Hub would simply move his job back home.
Well, I started the new job and asked Hub, "Why don't we take the house off the market, since we're not really planning to leave?"
He, however, disagreed and thought we should lessen our expenses by renting for a while. This made absolutely no sense to me since renting is nearly just as expensive as owning and there's no equity in it. Not to mention, we were making more money with my new job. As far as I was concerned, the thought of moving again was just extremely frustrating, especially if it was unnecessary. Too much stress has a way of making me ill. But I also didn't really want to argue. The house had been on the market for several months already and we hadn't received any offers, so I wasn't terribly worried.
A few weeks later, we got our first offer -- a full price offer. Crap. I knew what was happening and, at first, I was somewhat excited to try this new adventure. I enjoy house hunting, so I thought I might equally enjoy apartment/townhouse/duplex hunting. But as the time passed excessively quickly, I realized how badly I did NOT want to move. I was comfortable. All our stuff was already organized and decorated and happy. Plus, Hub was having trouble finding a different position closer to home, which meant he was still driving a long distance every day, and our home was perfectly located between our employers. Also, I knew the majority of the moving workload would end up on my shoulders since I work fewer hours than Hub. Things were not going in my favor. I discussed it with Hub, who was reluctant to agree but I think I wore him down. Finally, I made the phone call to our Realtor.
Needless to say, he was unhappy with my decision too. He'd worked hard to convince this younger couple, who loved our house, that it was worth every penny. They'd wanted it from the first time they saw it, but weren't sure about the location or the price. The Realtor showed them every house in their price range in three or four surrounding cities and finally convinced them that ours was the best. After all that, I don't blame him for being perturbed when I didn't want to sell, but he was also refusing to understand that I was every bit as "emotionally involved" as the family offering to buy it. Unfortunately, when it came right down to it, I just tired of fighting and trying to make it work my way. Neither my husband nor the Realtor understood my side of things, so I let it go.
We agreed to sell the house with 45 days to closing. I immediately got to work searching for new places while Hub collected boxes for the move. The buyers ordered an inspection and a survey, which then caused us to pause in our pursuit of rental properties because, if either the inspection or survey didn't pass, we wouldn't be able to sell. By the time it was all finished and we had the "green light" to continue our search, we had exactly two weeks left to find a place to live, pack our things, and go.
We finally found this apartment only five minutes from where I work and, best of all, it only added 10 minutes to Hub's commute. Yes, he is still commuting and hoping for a new job/position closer to home. (Not as easy as it sounds, Hub, is it?) I signed the papers for the apartment during lunch break one day, and a week later my parents and two of Hub's friends helped us move. Though we were in disagreement about nearly everything else, the one thing on which Hub and I definitely saw eye to eye was that this was the hardest, most ridiculous move either of us ever made.
Stay tuned for Part II.