For about a year now, we’ve been investigating moving. Something in me burns to get out of (personal?) debt. I just don’t want it, and being in debt, even for a home, raises my anxiety levels a lot.
Some choices I’ve made haven’t solved that (a new car (although necessary), a solar array for this house (made on the assumption we would stay), and remodeling the living room and office into a bedroom). But all of these kept me from worrying too much about moving and helped me keep some stability in my head.
We’ve been presented with an opportunity to move. Next door to family. Not my ideal location.
But its for a price where we could be out of debt quickly. And it’s in a location that is near basically all of Jordan’s family that isn’t where we already are. (So twice as much family–family who don’t see that distance as insurmountable.)
The weather is essentially the same–there is more agriculture–although it’s farther north, so it’s longer and shorter days.
But the places I was considering moving aren’t anywhere close to anything we know. Or anyone we know.
So the debt outcome would be the same (and we’d get more land), but we wouldn’t get the family.
And there is something powerful to that. Important discovery from a year of being discontented.