In a recent post I said I would update with my feelings about the move to Houston. Here they are, as well as I can put into a blog post anyway:

Just over five years ago I met the love of my life online. She lived in Houston, TX and I lived near Atlanta, GA. We knew each other for a year before meeting in person for the first time. The day after I met her in person, I proposed to her. Call me crazy for doing it, call her crazy for saying yes, but that’s how it went! We traveled back and forth to see each other (yay for airplanes) for too long, but it definitely wasn’t enough.

We decided together that she would move here to marry me (rather than me moving there). We felt that it was the best thing for us and so we went with it. We don’t have any regrets in that! She moved away from her family and friends to be with me; she loves me quite a lot. <3

It has been almost three years since we got married. Since then we’ve grown a lot together! We’ve even had a little boy of our own, who is amazing in so many ways. Noah has been in this world for a year and a half, and my family has been there since before we even knew we were pregnant. They were there through the entire pregnancy and up through now.

I’m very happy to have had my family so close for so long. I feel fortunate in that, good and bad times. I do hope that they feel the same way.

Lynn and I made the decision to stay here for the last three years together. Together we have made the difficult decision to move off to Houston to be with her family. The decision was not made lightly as there was a LOT to consider! We don’t want it to seem like we’re trading out our families; my family is here and hers is there. It isn’t about a “trade” we want to make every so often to live near her family or mine. We took a lot of things into consideration: Family, jobs, long term living, etc.

Where we live right now we’re looking at roughly 15% unemployment. Yes, that can change (and probably will because of a few things happening here right now) but at the time it is 15% and not really looking up. It could be years before things get better here, and I’ve had two interviews in the last year. I posted about one, and another one happened right after we decided to move. The interview didn’t go very well. I’ve been at the “I’ll do anything” point for a job for a long time and I don’t think my family realizes this. I’ll do anything and I’ve had two failed interviews. We’re running out of options here as far as money goes.

Houston, TX has roughly half of the unemployment rate here, and that is an amazing difference. No, this isn’t 100% about working, but that part does matter. Lynn’s going to be by her family, one (or both) of us have better job opportunities there, and the end result is to be better off in life. We want out of debt, we want to be living in a better place, and we want Noah to have a better life. Unfortunately moving there puts us further away from my family, but we don’t know how long we’ll be there or how long they’ll be living here (mom is always talking about how she wants to move out of their current house).

Life goes on, things change, time passes by, etc. etc. but I can say that I am happy with our decision to move, and I have no doubt that this is the right thing for us. Sometimes the right choice isn’t the easy choice, and it sure would be a lot easier just to stay here another year than to pack up and move off.

I love both of our families, and in the end all I want is support in our decision from both sides.

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