I’ve had this dream for the last several years to settle my gypsy tendencies (I like to move, a lot) and buy our until retirement home. I married right, this husband of mine is go with the flow. When I mentioned to him my dream of moving – he said sure.
We had originally planned on selling our house last fall. I started hiring contractors to prep everything, we had begun to downsize our crap. Then I had a freak out moment about moving during the holiday season – so we paused and like all things. Everything happens for a reason.
Patient husband told me that’s fine, we don’t have to sell now – he said something to the effect of “you’ll want to move in the Spring when the market is hot.” And patient husband was right. Spring rolled around and the itch to move grew. We put our house on the market in May, right around the time I went back to work full-time.
The market in the area we were wanting to move to is HOT, so I decided to not look and get my hopes up on a property until we had an offer. On July 3, while in Tennessee visiting family – the call came that we had a solid offer. A few days of negotiating and I realized this was for real – we would be moving.
I finally let myself look at homes after the offer was solid. The only bad news with the offer, we had to be out in 30 days that means we had to find a home stat. You know, sometimes God just shows off and with this whole situation – we have felt that His hand has guided our every move. He has opened door after door and led us to our dream house.
The same time I officially started looking for a home, the house we ended up purchasing dropped 90k and landed in our search. I knew the house before seeing it in person, as I grew up loving this home. It has character and charm and isn’t like any of the houses we have owned in the past.
Moving to the Country
Our typical past home purchase were all new construction homes or fairly new. This home is over 30 years old. It doesn’t have the high ceilings. There is GOD awful ugly wall-paper from the 80’s that needs to go. I am constantly burning candles and spreading purification trying to rid the place of old person smell – but you know what? It just feels like home and we’ve only been here a week!
While our home was on the market, our family flew to Oregon to spend time with my husband’s family who live on the foothills of Mount Hood. The area is gorgeous, trees galore – fresh air and simple life. We only spent 4 days there, but both husband and I were looking for jobs, browsing houses and trying to figure out if we could make this our reality.
At the end of the day we came to the conclusion that we love Texas but needed to find a forever home with the features of Oregon we love. Somehow, we found just that. A few acres, minimal neighbors – in the country, but close to a Starbucks.
The school district had to be good and it needed to be no farther than we were in our previous home to either my husband and my offices. Check, check and check. This house is actually 6 miles closer to my job.
So on to our next adventure, re-doing this old house. We have big plans for this place as we put our stamp on it and make it into our forever home.