I have found me a home*

I have a long history with my readers and sharing my housing issues. I never tell you all anything until it is over. Yes, it goes against  everything blogger’s believe in to keep readers in the dark. Sometimes typing things that are so unsettled are too much. I also hate to make you, my wonderful friends, worry.

I give information, but not all the details….

We lived in the mountains for a month during the Summer of 2008.

The boys were lucky enough to spend time with their Great Grandfather that month. What a gift!  To the boys, it was a fun vacation.

For Hubs and I, I was a time of worry. We held out so long for a job in Tennessee. We needed to put down roots. He was flying to Seattle for interviews, and we almost accepted a job in Iowa. Finally, like magic, we were brought back to Nashville to live. A new position opened up and we celebrated coming home.

It was only then I mentioned it…

Remember when I finally admitted I had been a wee-tad homeless after we lost our big fancy dream house?

With a new job for Mr. Smartypants, our family was lucky enough to rent a beautiful home.

We were so happy.

And very soon I noticed parts of the floor felt soft…..

Oh yes, friends, remember the Black Mold evacuation? We all lived in a hotel room for 6 weeks while it was removed. Take a moment and think about the logistics of that. (shudders)

After the mold was removed we were happily settled here for a year. Until a visitor interrupted dinner right after Halloween.

A very nice realtor came to the door to ask about our house. He looked uncomfortable and nervous. He said he read in the Sunday Paper that our house was in foreclosure and up for auction in November.

We called the owner of the home. We asked if there was anything we needed to know. *ahem* He said not to be concerned, he was simply renegotiating his mortgage. Lovely, right?

So we decided to get out of dodge before dodge was sold while we lived there.  I called realtor after realtor, and learned that many families are going through the same thing. Houses were going fast because a so many were in foreclosure!

Sidenote- Do you know how hard it is to convince someone that you have five boys and would be a great family to rent to? Yeah, not so easy.

We panicked. We prayed. We were sideswiped.

Then I spoke to a grandmother at the boys’ school. She is a realtor who knew of a perfect home for our family.

The market crashed and most of a neighborhood sat empty. Instead of begging to rent a new house, we bought one. (Thanks crappy housing market!)

Sorry I have been quiet here, I was busy with Bliss business and packing up the  rooms. We are happily moving all this week, just as auctioneers come eyeing the rental we called home.

I’ll be back next week. I promise. Just need to finish packing these boxes.

Love, Alli

*Who knows that song? Maybe you, BlondeMom?

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