I read a status that my virtual friend Shanti wrote on Facebook one day. It said something to the effect that every person should move away from the place where they are from at least once in their life. Even if it is only for a little while.
It was funny to me because it was yet another confirming moment, at least in my mind, that the move we were about to make was indeed meant to happen. We still hadn’t told many people at the point that I saw that, so it felt like the universe confirming what was happening.
There were indeed other times of confirmation. Like when the house sold in thirty six days. Or when my husband’s boss quoted Mark 6:4 during a one-on-one session. This particular one, he was offering encouragement for my husband to apply for a promotion. Little did he know, what seed had been planted, that he had just watered. This guy, who didn’t seem to be particularly religious, pointing my husband back to the book he had been using for reference and guidance, the bible, in the decision making process for all of this.
Then there was finding out our desired location was right in the center of Research Triangle. A place where several tech and technology based companies call home. While we have passions we are planning on pursuing, hubby is an IT guy and finding out an abundance of jobs, in his field, were locally available, felt like WHOA!
Oh and since I mentioned passions, hubby is seeking to transition into personal training. So while he had taken the course, when hubby passed the personal training certification we were blown away. Not because we thought he couldn’t. But there was so much happening and by all accounts he should have failed. He had not had the time to study like he felt he needed to. And then when he sat for the test, the computer kept messing up. He just knew there was no way he would pass the first go round. And then he finished, and BAM, his score was a passing one!
My husband and I had talked about moving out of state for years. I had always told him I was down and if he wanted to go I was more than willing. But I never knew that it could actually happen. Or better yet, how it would look IF it were to happen.
Recently we had really been feeling the itch to go and when we realized it was something stirring in both of us we began praying about it.
We were both becoming more and more discontent with our jobs. Jobs that by and large were great jobs – good pay, career level employment. He, with one of the top insurance providers in the country as a Programmer, and me, as an analyst for the US Government.
It just wasn’t where we were supposed to be, and we were really beginning to FEEL it.
Check It Out: Why NC was our set destination
Planting the Seed
Houses on the market were going up and selling in weeks, some even days, and for really good prices.
And when I say good, I mean profit yielding prices; something unheard of as of lately in real estate.
One snowy day in April, where we started off with sunshine and evolved into a full blown snow storm, I threw it out there that we should just put the house up for sale and see what comes of it.
My husband brushed it off as a joke.
A week or so went by and I just followed up. To which his response was “you were for real?”
At that moment is when I saw his wheels begin to turn. I love when that happens….
He told me he needed to think about it and consult with the man above and that we would see.
A few weeks later he came back and said, “when you want your house on the market?”
And there it all began….
Everything has been a bit of a blur from that moment on.
Pray as though everything depended on God.
Work as though everything depended on you.
We did a couple of small projects to add to the laundry list of things we’d already done to the house, and then we just listed it. Just. Like. That.
The house officially went on the market June 10th.
For our anniversary weekend, the first week in July, we went to North Carolina and started checking out the different neighborhoods, looking at potential homes for rent, and researching school districts.
After spending four days in the city, we narrowed down the potential neighborhoods we wanted to be in. We decided we would come home and just wait to see what happened with our house.
We weren’t moving until the house actually sold.
Now We Gotta Go
We got back Sunday, July 10th and we had an offer (a good offer) on Thursday, July 14th.
We came back thinking we had time, no home selected, and a whole house to pack. 3300 square feet to pack.
We had to find a home, determine schools, quit our jobs and figure out the next steps of life.
Thats when we begin telling people.
It was real.
We were leaving.
People had questions and we were sharing the story over and over again.
We, the hubs and I, did a periscope about the move – the how, the why, and all that, which you can check out here.
Coming next, I’ll be sharing the hiccups we encountered so far. Cause when you leap, you don’t always immediately fly…
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