Relocating

"That Took Guts"

That was a statement made to my husband about our 680 mile move south  from a state we had both lived in for over 50 years.
Every time winter came we endured cold winds and blowing snow and  dreamed of living in a warmer climate. It made sense. We were aging and our children were in the southern states. We needed to be closer to them and they had made it clear they were not moving back. There was still family left behind but our priority was our children.
We had considered moving for many years. Saving and planning if the time ever came. We had to just DO IT.
Searching for areas we thought we would like to live and what services were available. The internet is a great resource for all kinds of information. A person cannot do enough checking and looking. Finally we started looking for available housing and with the advice of our son and a realtor launched a search for our future home. A trip to the proposed areas was made and miles and miles of traveling and visiting homes.  I was working full-time so time was limited.
After we came back home we started planning what we were going to pack and what we needed to leave behind. We also contacted moving companies, truck rental companies and etc.  We made an offer on a home we both liked. Our house was listed. Sorting was started and garage sales were planned. I can say the stuff we collect is never realistic until it has to be moved.
The offer was accepted and our home was sold. With many obstacles and hurdles overcome we were on our way. One more trip south for the closing and back north to finish up.
I can say that in a marriage it is a good thing to work together because it is a monumental undertaking to move 680 miles anywhere. It is a physical and emotional event.
That’s my story. So here I am suddenly retired with time on my hands and new adventures to tell you about as they happen.
I’m hoping this blog will be beneficial to those who are empty nest homemakers and to those who are not.

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