Vince’s official start date on the job here in Texas was May 1 but probably about March 1, he was working half the time here and half the time in Missouri. All the while he was in Texas, he was looking for a house for us and it was painful. I went back through some old blog posts and though I probably didn’t think it was funny at the time, this paragraph in a post cracked me up today:
“Vince’s dad was a concrete contractor and Vince gets real aggravated at me for getting so worked up about little hairline cracks but here’s what he said about house #4 (the house that I already didn’t like) – “There are lots of cracks! It sits on a hill but it doesn’t seem to be sliding down the hill.” Huh? Sliding down the hill? “We would get a foundation expert to look at it.” Don’t bother! I don’t want that house.“
It was the craziest house hunt ever and we still had to move into a rental because it was time to go and we didn’t have a place to go. Several weeks in a hotel, several months in a rental .. then we moved into our home.
This morning we were out in the garden working and I said “When we were so desperately looking for a house, did you ever think we’d find a place like this?” He didn’t think we would. It’s even nicer now with all this social distancing. We can be out doing anything we want and never see another person. This time of year, it’s so pretty here. By July and August, I’ll have to be searching for this picture to remind me that things aren’t always brown and dead here.
Last night I was chatting with a friend who lives in Arkansas and I was telling her how much I want to live closer to Chad (which she already knew) but this place is so hard to leave.
But, for now . . we’re here and they’re there so we do what we have to do!