Life takes some unexpected turns sometimes.
A few days ago we found out that two families that live next to us are moving. We pray and then Hubby talked to the realtor. He got the moving bug too. Actually, it's someone we had been considering. Our mortgage has gone up $600 a month since we moved in 5 years ago, and the HOA fee has doubled in the last 3 years.
Ok, so we're moving.
We do all the stuff you have to do to move.
- Put all the “good stuff” in storage (toys, books, puzzles)
- Fix everything you've been able to live with for the last few years
- Finish unfinished projects
- Mow more often
- Clean up the gardens
Our goal with this move is
- Lower mortgage
- Lower HOA fee
- Bigger yard
- Mom would prefer a 1 story
Seems easy enough.
We list the house after (A LOT of) drama with the contractor and start on an adventure to find the next house God wants us to live in.
Day one: we don't go very far, but the gps takes us a funny way to get to what seems like a great house. The road is nonexistent (used to be country club Dr, now it is a dirt road full of potholes). We bounce up and down the road, scratch the truck and see smoke come from under the hood. Ugh.
Finally, we get to the house, by another route.
Hubby calls the realtor. Don't come down here- by either route! This is not the house for us. The neighborhood is sketchy and I will not drive on these roads in my little car.
We get back home, barely, and hubby spends the next few hours, and $700 trying to fix my truck. I need it for church tomorrow. 6 pm comes and he is frustrated. This fix is going to take another 10k and several days. Is it worth the hassle? The truck has 200k miles on it and is over 10 years old.
Mom is on the way over for dinner. We leave her to eat with the kids while we go get something that's will get us to church tomorrow.
We barely made it to the dealership. Talking to the salesman, he asks what we are looking for. Something to haul 4 kids, 2 dogs, and a bunch of instruments. We're thinking minivan. He asks if we want to see a Transit van.
I don't want to drive a little bus.
Not going to happen.
We humor the guy and look at it. It's not too bad. But we're still not interested.
We take it for a test drive. I don't hate it.
We find a town and country.
We both like it
It drives well. It has a sunroof. It has a TV for long trips. It's comfortable.
We will take it.
It's after 8. On a Saturday. The bank will not finance the minivan with the balance from our dead excursion. However, they will finance the transit.
God, why do we need a 12 passenger van?! There are only 6 of us, and 1 is leaving for college soon.
We've been talking about quitting foster care after our last placement. So we don't need the extra room. Are we not supposed to quit? Are we getting more kids? I don't think I can do this anymore. Not after the last 2.
The salesman comes back. The transit is the only thing they will finance tonight. So, we either take the excursion back home or buy a brand new 12 passenger van.
We buy the van.
We buy the van.
I don't need a 12 passenger van...
Jeremiah 29:11 - For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.