Three years ago today, I picked up and moved from northern Virginia, to North Carolina. I had a job in Virginia that I left, with no prospects in North Carolina, at the beginning of the recession (yes, the economy has sucked for three years now!). Extremely idiotic, right?
It happened like this: My brother and sister-in-law (Jeremy and Amanda), moved to NC in July 2007. They had planned to move away from northern Virginia since before they got married, and knew they wanted to go South. They ended up in Pittsboro, NC. They bought a house that was being built, and encouraged me to move down and live with them.
|View from the road. The seclusion is a welcome change from NoVA!|
|Back of the house, pre-grass.|
While packing, I job searched and job searched. I sent my resume out, and received one callback for an interview. It didn't work out, but the relocation plan was still in place. My last day at work, I was surprised by a 'goodbye' cake and a card that everyone signed. It's always nice to know you are appreciated :)
On the morning of April 11, 2008, we packed up my dad's truck, my cousin's truck, and my Jeep, and headed down the road.
We unpacked fairly quickly (a result of my not owning much), and had time to unwind and to celebrate.
|Amanda, me, and our friend Korie|
|Korie's husband, Christian, my dad, Jeremy, and my half |
brother, Zeth in front
|Jeremy and Amanda|
|My dad and stepmom, Michelle|
I eventually found a job, and have been working here for about 2.5 years. I still live with Jeremy and Amanda for now, and I've never regretted my decision to move. I love it here. My parents all have dreams of moving closer to us, too, and we can't wait!
|I'll take this over traffic and noise anyday!|