HOUSE #3: May 2005 - August 2006
We were ready for a change. Roger jumped at the chance to relocate and we gave ourselves a bit of wiggle room with the timing, knowing we had to sell our house before we could move. I put up a For Sale By Owner sign and we crossed our fingers.
Three days later, we were in escrow. Not long after that my husband took a weekend trip, and with the help of my sister and brother-in-law who had just moved there themselves, found a house and placed an offer. Okay, actually four total on three different houses....that rockin' market wasn't such a blessing when we were the BUYERS looking - begging- for somebody to please accept our (full price) offers. A few hours before he boarded the plane to come home, we finally had a taker, and a month later we were moved to beautiful, sunny Mesa, AZ, where the wind comes sweeping down the plains.
Okay, maybe not, but it was the first place I've experienced anything above 115 degrees.
Days like that are better known as "July through September."
My husband took an opportunity to be an operating partner in a franchise, which would be a pay cut in the short term, but had great potential long term.
Anybody whose dealt with this before knows where this story is going. Quickly.
Months later it was quite clear that potential doesn't buy groceries.
After much discussion, tears (me), name calling and blame (me again), anger at God (oops-that's me too), and prayer we decided that our big ol' honkin mortgage payment was too much. Waaay too much.
On our one year anniversary of moving in, we were signing the papers to put our house on the market. A market that had TANKED. We priced the house well below appraisal and prayed for a speedy sale. It would be three long miserable weeks until anybody even came through. When we finally did sell it was for 50,000 below, and the buyers wanted the house "as is" meaning a ton of our furniture would be staying.
If that wasn't enough to make me want to jump off of a cliff, my husband had found a great job. In another state. A state that I never ever ever wanted to live in. And worst of all, when we prayed about it, I knew the answer: we had to go. I could kick and scream all I wanted, but it wouldn't change a thing.
I hate it when that happens.