We’ve decided to move. It hinges on selling our house in this shit real estate market caused by George W. Bush and his failed policies. It involves getting new jobs, finding a place to live, scaling down furniture, and researching new neighborhoods. We’re also going to need new child care for efrancine. We’ll need to pack and hire movers. We’ll need to roll over 401k’s and start new ones. There’s a lot to do. More than Amy can even write on a list.
We started kicking this idea around years ago. We put the plan into motion by saving as much cash as possible and paying down our mortgage. Just getting as much in order as we could. We’ve wrestled with every pro and every con. We’ve thought of all the things we’ll give up. All the things we’ll gain. We’ve talked about it on weekends and after long hours at the office. We’ve thought about this move for a long, long time. We’re not taking the decision lightly, nor have we left out many details.
Still we’re faced with constant negativity. Constant doubts. Constant criticism. It’s almost as if people that we call friends, coworkers, and family wouldn’t mind seeing us fail at something we both want so badly. What is it about humans that we don’t want other humans to succeed?
I’d like to thank the folks that are thinking positively for us. We’re going to sell the house, then we’re going to move and it’s going to be awesome. Incidentally, if anyone wants to buy an amazing home from a couple of motivated sellers buy ours.