Where to begin? Around the time that I got pregnant we started thinking and talking about Jason closing his business and getting a job for more stability. Because of who he is, we knew that Jason couldn’t stay in Lakeland or he would never stop working. Old clients would call and he would need to help them and then he’d be working two jobs whether he truly wanted to or not.
So he started to look out of state for opportunities. My friend’s husband in Portland, Oregon works for a great software company, so Jason decided to apply there for a tech opening. He also looked in the Asheville/Hendersonville area of North Carolina and applied for a few positions. What we found is that experience doesn’t necessarily trump education and certifications especially in this economy. Add the fact that the applicant didn’t actually live in the area and suffice it to say we didn’t hear back.
During the last few weeks of my pregnancy, we spent a lot of time with Jason’s parents and once Lorelei was born it became pretty apparent that we wanted to focus our efforts on moving to the Fraklin, North Carolina area. Once that decision was made, Jason’s Dad was very helpful over the next few weeks searching for properties. What an adventure that was! Most of the houses in Franklin are pretty dated (wood paneling) or, as we quickly found out, look beautiful in the pictures, but are located at the top of a very steep
mountain hill. The kind of hill that would kill or seriously injure a child trying to ride his or her bike in the front yard. There was one house in the beginning that seemed perfect. It was a little small, but the price was right. It was three bedrooms which is difficult to find in this area and we were disappointed when we found that someone had made an offer already.
We liked another house that would have been perfect, but was expensive and then finally Charley lucked upon a two bedroom with potential. We liked it right away (even just seeing it in pictures), but it did need some updating as well. We took a trip a week later to check it out. We found that the owners had enclosed a room in the back of the house that we could split into two bedrooms, making it a three bedroom house with a bonus room (nursery/office). We also discussed putting down hardwood floors and replacing the pink (seriously?) countertops. We decided to go for it while Jason continued to look for a job.
During the weeks that Charley was improving the house a job turned up that is perfect for Jason. He has had his interview and we are waiting to hear back. I don’t think he would have been considered if we hadn’t of been in the process of moving. There are also a few other possibilities in the works.
I have only ever moved within a week or two selling everything and taking a bus or a plane to nowheresville and regretting it some time later (and returning). After Patrick and I split up, I learned to love Florida even with its heat while I worked downtown and grew up a little. I met Jason and he and I had dreams of buying a specific property and building a home, but it never worked out. This process of making the decision and then preparing to move took about a year. We were given the time to emotionally prepare for this huge change in our lives. Even though it was frustrating for me because I like for things to happen quickly I am thankful for the way things played out.
The first day we were here, after unpacking the moving truck, the sky got dark with imminent rain. We were finally in our new house and for me that realization was dawning. Jason and I stood out on our porch and listened to the trees rustling in the breeze and felt the peace of a good decision made.
Our view from the porch