I have been away for a very, very long time! Six weeks. That is how long Andy was down on the gulf for the National Guard. Six. Long. Weeks.
Seventeen days before he left, we put our house on the market. 24 hours after we kissed goodbye, we had an offer we couldn’t refuse. EIGHTEEN DAYS Y’ALL. You can get in touch with my realtor here. She’s amazing and you can buy or sell quicker than you can spell Elwonger. My mind is still blown!
That is just… spectacular news, right?! Yes! Except… Andy was gone for the whole entire process. Lucky guy, amirite? So I kind of just pretended like it wasn’t happening for the first two weeks. I was browsing for places to live but not like… urgently. We are super busy with school and cheer and with those activities and work and commuting and just like.. surviving, it was easy to procrastinate the real world problem I was facing: legit being homeless.
The small town we moved to is a nice town, the schools are amazing and I knew for sure I didn’t want to have to commute any more (to get the kids to school at least). There were no apartments available here, though. I found one duplex but the rent was so outrageous, I could have just kept living in our home in Fort Smith for the same amount of money (and more than double the square footage).
Another thing I forgot about renting… no landlord wants a dog over twenty pounds.
Let me introduce Drake:
Yeah so. It was a wild ride. I found a rental about 5 days before closing. I took 4 days off work and moved every single thing I could move by myself into storage. Our rental is 1/4 the size of our home so almost all of our possessions and furniture are in storage. My brothers came up one day and moved all the stuff I couldn’t, to the storage unit. Which was a lot. Furniture, our entire home gym, etc. They loaded the things that were going to the rental on the moving truck for me, but I couldn’t get the keys until the next day. Thankfully the M of KCM hooked me up and I got the furniture unloaded into the rental the next day.
I had the house unpacked and decorated for Christimas in about 2 days. This was our 15th time to move (I know, I know) so I’m basically a professional. I just actually counted because I couldn’t believe it has been 15 times. Lord! And we are planning to move again! I only signed a 6 month lease. The house is tiny and I hate the neighborhood. I chant temporary to myself about a hundred times a day.
Andy came home 2 weeks after I had already moved us in! I bought new beds for the kids and put them together, new curtains, toyboxes, etc., to make the transition easier for them. I felt like since they were both moving to much smaller rooms and losing having their own bathrooms, they probably deserved a fresh new look.
So now we are thinking about our future. We are both leaning toward building a home instead of buying one. It has always been my dream to totally design the home I would spend the rest of my life in (until retirement anyway). Lots of soul searching and praying going on in my life right now. Am I strong enough mentally to deal with daily life and build a home and all the stresses that go along with it? Will I go to jail because I killed my husband because we had a disagreement about cabinet hardware? Who knows. 😉
I am mostly kidding about the jail thing. Andy and I are actually pretty much aligned in our sense of decor and comfort. We are both in to ultra modern, Palm Springs feels. Well, maybe me a little more than him.
Now that I have survived that entire ordeal, I will write more. This time of year is normally full of craftiness for me but in our smaller living space (and with all my crafty items in storage), not so much right now. We are going on the most fun trip ever for Christmas, so I plan to share a bit about that and the process of packing for a family of four, a giant goldendoodle, an elf on the shelf, Christmas gifts, and all the other necessities for the road. Yes, we are crazy. Yes, I love it.
In health & happiness,