So If you’re a regular reader then you know that Edward and I are hoping to make a transition into an expat life, however, as some of you may not know, there is a lot more to moving to another country than just picking a place…but more on all of that later. For now, I’d like to let you all in on a change in our lives that I never saw coming.
We packed up all of our things and moved… to the North Georgia Mountains. Yes, I said it. This city girl has lost her way and is now shacked up in a tiny ranch style home outside of Blue Ridge, GA. I now wake up to mountain views and gone are the days of rush hour traffic and the sounds of a bustling city.
How did this happen exactly? I’m still not completely sure myself. I suppose it all started when it was time for us to sign another lease and our rent was going to go up $300 dollars more per month. We weren’t too thrilled by that prospect considering we weren’t really invested in our current place and we had several issues that went unfixed. So, we decided it was time to find a new place to live.
The usual anxiety of moving came over me and I began dreading the expense of this move. I began counting up the fees for our new deposit, the inevitable pet fees, and activation fees to set up new amenities. Needless to say, we would be throwing a lot of cash around right before the holidays; not exactly something I was too thrilled about. So one night after dinner, Edward and I were talking about the impending move and how we would make our finances work for the next few months till things settled down when suddenly, Edward got a call from his mother.
She was having a hard day. Edward’s father was having more health issues and she was becoming overwhelmed with all the responsibilities of work and his decline in health. For the millionth time she muttered the words, ” I really wish you would just move up here. You could live in the house we own next door and be here to spend time with your father and I.”
My response was, as always, unequivocally NO. My mother in law had been trying to get us to move next to her since before Edward and I even got engaged. But I would never go for it; there was no way I could leave what I deemed civilization. But that all changed one evening, when we sat down to sign another lease and I looked at Edward and blurted out a slur of words that no one ever expected to hear me say.
“Let’s move into the house next to your parents. We’re moving abroad soon and we won’t be able to see them a lot. Your father’s health is in decline and it would be great if you got to spend time with him before we go. Plus, it would put us in a great financial situation. The move would allow us to add even more to our savings and travel funds.”
If you all could have only seen his face. There was a mixed look of utter shock mixed with fear that maybe I had some sort of head injury. He just stuttered for a second and asked if it was really something I was willing to do. And to my own surprise, I saw no issue with the transition. So, we called his parents, told them the plan, and I spent the night drawing up a game plan for the house’s renovations. Clarification: my in-laws thought it would be a brilliant idea to buy the house right next door to theirs and to one day connect the two of them, however, that never happened, so it sits empty most of the year other than when people come to visit. We are not living in the same house as my in-laws. Many people have had a hard time understanding this.
So, here I am, sitting in a gutted house that’s had no bathroom door for 6 days writing to you and letting you know that hell has officially frozen over. Just kidding. But, in all seriousness, this transition just proves you never really know where life is going to lead you. But on a good note, his parents informed us that the house is now ours, so when we do make that transition abroad, we will be able to leave all of our worldly possessions at the house we now deem home and, even better, we’ll have a home to come back to while we find our new bearings.
I won’t pretend that this move hasn’t been hard on me, I am not a patient person and my husband is not the handy man he promised to be, but that’s a story for another time. Side note: Edward softened the blow with promises of bi- monthly trips away as well as his promise to add a substantial amount more money to our expat fund.
February 11 – 15 // Chicago
April 2 – 9 // New Orleans
June 11 – 15 // Charleston
August 26 – 30 // Nashville
October (anniversary trip) 4 – 11 // 7 day Western Caribbean Cruise
So that’s my life currently. What are all of you up to? Also, if you have an sightseeing tips for any of our upcoming trips then please share.