Thursday, September 6, 2012

Time

Time is a funny thing.

A month ago Josh found out he got a job.
2 days later he started that job. Those 2 days felt long and were filled with excitement and nervousness.

A week later we listed our house for sale and had a couple of showings right off the bat. The days of the showings seemed to both drag on and fly by. Dragging because there are only 2 activities that keep 2 year olds occupied and living rooms clean. Flying by because nothing was really clean and there simply wasn't enough time. The days following those showings were painfully slow because I checked my e-mail and phone every 3 seconds to make sure I hand't missed something important.

One of those showings turned out to be our current renters.

We signed a lease on Wednesday, looked for places to live on Thursday and Friday and moved on Saturday.

It is no small miracle (the miracle of having generous and hard-working friends) that we are out of our house.

A few of my dear friends came and helped me pack up my mess of house. These women are clearly experts in packing, organizing and getting it done. What would I do without friends? Answer: I'd still be crying in a ball on the floor of my closet because I don't know whether or not to put totes in boxes. Thank you friends for making all the hard decisions for me. 

Then a bunch more friends and family members came on Saturday and loaded a truck, provided an extra trailer, and went WELL above and beyond the call helping pack and dissemble furniture getting us gone.

As if that wasn't enough kindness and generosity my parents somehow cleared out a couple of bedrooms for the 4 of us to occupy while we look for our place to live.

We've found lots of places we could live, but we haven't found the right place for us to go yet. We've been too slow on a couple and too fast on others, we've gone back and forth on price ranges we're looking in and I personally have walked through something like 25 homes and apartments in the past 14 days. We've seen dishwashers planted in living rooms hooked up to swamp coolers and we've seen places up on the hill with jetted tubs and huge yards.

Yesterday I thought we had found the perfect place. It's weird. It's round. Seriously, a round house. The rooms are a little pie shaped and there are secret storage areas behind secret walls in the closets. But I thought it might be the one. Until the owner told us they found someone who wanted to lease-to-own it. Denied.

And so we're back to square one. And I'm forced to decide (again) whether I should spend my time unpacking and getting settled here or scouring the internet for rental properties.

It's exhausting. All of it.

But at the end of the day, we're living with 2 of the best people on the planet (hi mom and dad!) in the perfect neighborhood with everything we could ever want. Including built in babysitters after bedtime.

Not a bad way to do homeless. Not bad at all.

3 comments:

  1. I'll keep you in my prayers. I hope you will find the right place soon. I thought finding a place in UT was really hard too. But I thought that was because I had so many children.

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  2. I'm so glad you are there! Mom and Dad seriously make things a haven when you need one. Good luck on the hunt! I know how that can be!

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  3. It's a slippery slope, Amy. The last time we stayed with parents for "a couple of weeks" it turned into a couple of years. ;)

    Best of luck finding a place!

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