“Dude, we moved here on the skin of our teeth,” I heard my husband say to his brother-in-law yesterday on the phone.
Oh, right. I almost forgot.
For those of you who are skeptical about taking risks and scared shitless to jump, I say go for it! Honestly, you’ll learn so much about yourself in the process that it will be worth it.
Let me take you back to January 2017 (where I did just that!)
We just got married two months prior to that and we were living with his folks in a 2-bedroom apartment. In March, our lease was up and we had two options: 1) move to Delaware with his parents in their new house, 2) come up with a plan to somehow move away (again). We both struggled with this and went back and forth as to where we should go. At the time, he was going to school in North Carolina to pursue a career as a home inspector. He would make trips every other week back and forth. I was working part-time and he was on unemployment, so we didn’t have tons of money coming in. So, traveling back and forth was draining our bank account and him. He would come home after his trip absolutely exhausted. He would left PA on Wednesday afternoon, stay at a hotel Wednesday and Thursday night, and then leave after his class on Friday evening. Keep in mind the drive was 10 hours and I felt bad for my poor husband who was doing his damnest to pursue a new career. And, I commend him for his dedication.
It was getting closer and closer to the time we had to make a decision.
This was when we decided to move to Greenville because he was offered a home inspection job in Asheville once he was done his schooling. Not to mention, his trips would only be 3 hours instead of 10!
In the back of my mind, I was afraid that the same thing that happened in Tennessee would haunt us again in South Carolina, but was willing to take the risk. And, when I say we took a risk, I meant it.
When we moved here, he used an offer letter the company he was supposed to work for and I used the offer letter from my remote position. We both did not have jobs so, we were left using our savings and then gradually, I saw an even bigger dip in our bank account.
Luckily, it only took me a month to find a full-time job.
Fast forward to now, we’re living in a house. But, moral of this story is don’t let fear hold you back. Though, it’s scary, you never know what door it could open for you. You never know what could come out of it.