Here's the short of it: I'm moving.
Here's the full story:Our house in Georgia hasn't sold and every month that we rent it we lose money. I can't move to Washington until our house sells because we can't have 2 mortgages and pay rent. That's just insane. In fact, I'm not even sure where or how Jason will live when he returns from Iraq if we haven't sold the house in Georgia.
Our house in Virginia was purchased as a foreclosure. We got an amazing, amazing deal. We can afford to rent it and not lose any money. Do you see where I'm going with this?
The military movers are going to come and pack up our household goods. They'll ship them off to Washington and put them in storage. The kids and I will load up the trusty trailer and head back to our home in Georgia. We'll rent the house in Virginia until we return from Washington in a few years. And in the meantime I'm going to pray like crazy that the house in Georgia sells, even with us living there as "squatters."
It's a last-minute decision. It's spur of the moment. It's the best choice of many sucky choices. It's my last ditch effort to sell that house and cut ties with Georgia.
Jason told me yesterday that he'll probably deploy again next fall. There is just no way that I'm going to let myself be stuck here on the east coast while he's on the west coast just because our house hasn't sold. Forget it. I'm moving to Washington! And I'm going to be there this year, not next year. And I'm going to be waiting when he gets back from Iraq. We need to be together and a silly, little housing mess is not going to stop me.
So yes, I know I'm crazy. And yes, I got myself into this mess.
But I've learned a lot of lessons about deployment. And I'm learning them the hard way. I am writing a whole post about that soon. Maybe I should title it "What Not To Do When Your Husband Deploys."
Here we go again...
