My husband and I have been on a semi-active search for a different home to rent. Without going into too much detail, the current place where we live isn't big enough and I have issues with my landlord either not fixing my stuff or fixing it to very substandard expectations. The price of renting a house in my area is highway robbery and we're no rich folk, so the search has been kind of thrown under the rug for the last few months.
There's a house for rent just caddywampus from where my husband works. He noticed it. We took a look at it. I prayed about it. We got the call last night. The house is ours if we want it. I should be over-the-moon excited and I semi-sorta am. However, I have butterflies in my stomach about the whole ordeal.
Moving takes time and patience, both of which I don't have much of. And we have a TON of stuff to move. You never know how much you have until you have to relocate it. I'm not totally in love with the new place, but I don't hate it either. There's pros and cons to it, which I'm sure I've overanalyzed with my husband a thousand times.
After more deliberation than a jury trial, we've decided we're going to go ahead with the move. This next three weeks will have me in a frenzy. Oh God, grant me the serenity....