Moving Really Is a Nightmare!
This whole process started 4 or 5 years ago. I lost count a couple of years back. It's been a long journey but it is almost over.
We were transferred to South Carolina from Tennessee. Before that, from Texas to Tennessee. My husband works for a world-wide company whose headquarters originated in Irving, Texas. When the company bought another competitors' company, the decision was made to move the headquarters to Ashland City, Tennessee. UGH! Ashland City is north and west of Nashville. I'm a Texas girl and leaving Texas was a very hard thing for me to do.
We moved to the area and rented a house. He went to work at the new location and all seemed fine. After a year in the house on the mountain - literally - we opted to find another place to live. We didn't get along too well with the landlords. We loved the house and land but they saw fit to "check on things" - especially when we were out of town. BIG problem. They never let us know in advance they were going to "check on things" nor did they leave any notice they had been there. We would find out they had been there by their own slips of the tongue.
After we moved from that location, things changed (again) at the office. It seems that my husband had more knowledge on how to fix the product (water heaters and boilers - mostly boilers. There's not much to residential water heaters) than most anybody else in the company. He was wanted at the boiler plant in MacBee, South Carolina. The transfer was put in process in February, 2004. He actually moved to South Carolina and lived in our travel trailer for several months before my daughter and I joined him.
We found a house in South Carolina. We rented it and lived in it for 8+ years. That brings us current.
We've been looking for a place to buy for 4 or 5 years. Every time we would decide we wanted a property, somebody else claimed it first. In November, 2011, we found a house we fell in love with. We decided we wanted this property but we had a problem. I was sick - very sick. I was suffering from auto-immune cirrhosis of the liver and was in liver failure. I needed a transplant. This story is for another post.
I received my transplanted liver in January, 2012. I was very near death when the call came in. God blessed me with enough fight left in me to survive the surgery. It has taken me a very long time to recover - in fact, I'm still recovering.
Now - this is the background for why it has taken us seven months to move. When we started the moving process in April, I had setbacks. Two hospital stays and many days of just feeling not up to par put a real block in the moving process.
We also started traveling again. When we would get home from a trip - all business trips - we would be tired but I was exhausted. But I couldn't stay home alone for any length of time - yet. Weekends we would spend recovering from our travels instead of moving.
We do have a weeks vacation the week of Thanksgiving. We have managed to move about half of our stuff from the other house and "come hell or high water", we will finish moving by Thanksgiving. No more paying double rent/house payments. No more having our belongings in two places.
Maybe we can actually take a weekend and go play before Christmas. That would be different - - - - - and nice.
I'm hoping we don't ever have to do this again. Moving is just plain nightmarish.
And blessings abound -