If you missed Part 1 of this story, you can find it here.
Later that same Friday, the phone rang. It was our realtor and he could hardly contain his excitement! The second house we put an offer on and lost, the special house with the porch and the window seat and the French doors and the pantry, was being offered to us by the current owners!!!!!! The other contract had fallen through and it turns out we were second in line and now it was being handed to us on a silver platter! I called Mark and cried. I called my mom and cried. I called my friend Amy, who was obsessively looking for houses with us and who loves this town even more than I do, and cried. We signed that weekend and I canceled our appointment to go sign that apartment lease. Was this really happening? It felt surreal!
So...we packed up the rest of our house, and went on our already scheduled vacation to visit my family for a week, with the excitement of our move on our minds. We were supposed to move a few weeks after our trip.
But just when we thought it was all settled, a bomb dropped. The person handling our mortgage forgot to take care of some details on our account, and then left for vacation. Suddenly it was a chain reaction. The inspection couldn't get done until this gets done and this can't happen until that gets taken care of and it went on and on. Mark spent half of our vacation on the phone with the bank and the mortgage person, their superiors and our realtor. It was a mess. There was no end in sight, and we had to move out of our house very soon.
However, we knew God is faithful and that He'd continue to take care of us. So we did what we had to do while waiting. We had decided to rent a couple of storage units for our 16 years worth of stuff, but then friends stepped in and offered their garages and empty rooms of their homes. Our stuff was spread through 4 or 5 different houses and garages and we were so thankful to be saving some money! We also decided to move into a hotel because the bank kept telling us it would only be a few days. Well, three days later, we knew we couldn't keep spending on a hotel, so we took friends up on their offer to stay at their house while out of town. School was coming up quick during that time, so I remember we had to go buy all our school supplies that weekend too. Talk about feeling unorganized! That Sunday at church a friend's dad came up to us and explained that since they're empty nesters, they had a house full of rooms not being used, and we were welcome to stay with them as long as necessary. We told him that at this point there was no end in sight, but he said it didn't matter. So the next day we packed up our few bags again and moved on to their house, and we ended up staying with them for another 3 weeks.
During our month of gypsy living, we were mentally drained. We were talking to the bank and our realtor daily. We were leaning on others to help us which is a bit hard for independent types like us. We were praying like crazy. We were having trouble sleeping. But when I look back, what I remember most are the people who came along side us. We have no family in the area, but being part of a church family is what got us through that situation. God taught us that it's okay to rely on people. We don't have to do it all on our own. I remember how kind and helpful everyone was. How our friends were living with all our boxes and furniture and stuff in their living rooms and dining rooms and garages. How the couple we were staying with made sure the kids were using the ping pong table and helping themselves to food. They let me watch my beloved Olympics every night. They prayed with us, and reminded us that our kids are learning a valuable lesson by watching us deal with this whole crazy thing. What a blessing they were!
We were originally supposed to move into our new home on July 31 last year, and we ended up FINALLY closing and moving in on August 25, exactly one year ago last week. I don't think we've ever felt such a massive sense of relief. Yes, relief is absolutely the word to use. And I think because of what it took to actually get here, we appreciate each and every day of living life here in this house and little village. God gave us this gift and not only do we want to enjoy every bit of it, but we want to share it! I hope you'll stick around as we continue to discover our new lives here.