Thatsathought’s Weblog

I’m having deja-vu.

It’s June 4th and I’m sitting at my desk…in CHARLESTON. Not Nashville (as originally planned), not Atlanta (as considered), and not Charlotte (as determined). CHARLESTON. I sit, encircled by boxes. Our living room offers one comfy place to sit and multiple uncomfortable places to sit in the varying shapes of boxes.

Our precious blue house in the Promised Land fell through. Sniff. The tenant was originally leaving May 15th…perfect. Then, it was June 1st…no problem. Then June 15th…hmmm. Then June 16th…what? Now it’s July 1st…forget it.

We’ve gone from considering short-term housing while we build a home, to house sitting, to subletting, to renting for a year. Today we called on apartments with short term leasing options. After over an hour, Nate finally found a place that offered a 3 bedroom apartment. We said we could be there in the morning to see the place and submit our application. ONE HOUR LATER we got an email informing us that the place had been rented. Oh, but there is ONE 3 bedroom still available…ON THE THIRD FLOOR. Can you see me dragging my two toddlers up three flights of stairs multiple times a day?! What about kids and groceries? Kids and bikes? Hah!

We’ve been to Charlotte three times in search of a place to lay our weary heads, but each time we come home with nothing. We’ve gone from Plan A with our realtor to Plan Z! We have the strangest feeling that we are fighting something bigger than the poor real estate market and droopy economy…why, oh why can we not LEAVE?! (Don’t get me wrong. We love Charleston. We love our friends and family. But we are ready to move into our new season of life! Especially since we have to explain ourselves every time we run into someone…)

So here we sit. Our things are packed. Our goodbyes have been said. All that’s left to do…is move.