Yesterday, it became official. The Parsons family will be moving to Washington County, MD! (Cue, Maryland, My Maryland…)
Oh man, there is so much to tell you!
So much has been going on in the background as I’ve been writing about visiting family, taking care of my broken foot, hitting used bookstores, and buying antiques for our future home. It all started with a phone call in June in response to a resume Jeff submitted. When Jeff finished that initial call, we sat together on the porch of the Airbnb in Rochester, MN and he told me about it. We both felt like this might be “the one” and we were excited about returning to an area that was somewhat familiar (it’s about an hour from where we used to live in PA), but there was a long way to go, a lot of interviews, questionnaires, meetings, and a lot of questions to be answered on both sides.
Each step of the way, though, we felt a strong pull to this church in Maryland. We felt at home when we attended a service for the first time and were welcomed and embraced by those we met. There seemed to be affirmation and confirmation with each passing day and we decided to focus solely on this opportunity. We were already mid-stride in this step of faith, so we might as well shift our weight entirely on the other foot.
(This photo was taken on one of our trips to Maryland.)
We knew the timing would be tight. But no matter what we did, we would have to make decisions about the start of school and about where we were going to live. I mean, the boys had to go to school somewhere and we could only crash with family and live out of suitcases for so long!
With the start of school just around the corner, we decided to enroll the boys in school in the area and start to make plans to settle there. It’s a fine line between taking a step of faith and putting the cart before the horse, but after a nomadic summer, we wanted to be able to move into a home as soon as possible if the job offer came through. So, we set up a row of dominoes that would be tripped if and when that happened. And, if it didn’t happen, everything could be canceled. That first domino wouldn’t fall and the rest would remain undisturbed.
We started the house hunt with an amazing local retailer – Arlene Unger. Of course, I was looking at homes long before we even got in touch with a realtor, but we were about to enroll the boys in school and we had a date when we would know about the position, so it seemed like the right time to start the search in earnest. Our wonderful realtor from Minnesota, Debbie Quimby, helped us find an experienced realtor in the area who could guide us through the process. So, we lined up homes to look at and ended up making an offer on a house contingent on a job offer/acceptance in the area. (We did that when we moved to Minnesota and, it’s a nail-biter, but buying a home almost always is. This just adds one more layer!) I’m going to stop the house-hunting story here now because we’ll play a little which-house-did-they-buy guessing game.
Once we received the call yesterday with the offer, the first domino fell and we packed up a Uhaul with our stuff from the storage unit and everything that was crammed into my parent’s house. I am pretty sure the floor joists in their guest room sprung up about an inch as we removed bins of clothes, boxes of books, and containers of art supplies. After having our belongings scattered all over, consolidating them in one place felt so good! Opening it all up in our new home will be like Christmas in September.
We didn’t need to rent a truck, but it was much easier than making trips in the van and truck.
(See that antique easel I found this week leaning on the inside right of the truck?)
We close on the house on Tuesday, so we will be settled into our new home with all of our stuff and sleeping in our own beds this week. We will also start attending our new church and learning all about our new community until Jeff starts his new position. Of course, I’ll focus mostly on the home here on the blog and social media, but we’ll be enjoying all of the new things that come with a move.