There's No Place Like Home? Part 1

I am officially Kait from Kansas.  On April 14, Hubs and I and my amazing parents packed up my car, his car, my parents' envoy and a 26' Penske truck and made our journey to Kansas.  The drive wasn't very long, but it was full of loud thunderstorms, large hills, and windey roads.  It didn't help that we were traveling at 11 o'clock at night.  Needless to say, it was less than ideal driving conditions for my mother.  I'm pretty sure she was singing "Jesus take the wheel" the whole 7 hour drive.

We rolled into Kansas around 1 in the morning.  Hubs and I decided to drive passed our new home so we knew where we were supposed to be going in the morning.  When we got to our street, our hearts sank.  Our house wasn't anything like we had expected.  We thought it was a duplex and it was a quadraplex.  We thought we were going to have a yard and we had a rectangle of grass the size of our mattress and we had to share that with one of our neighbors.  The place looked like an ant hill.  Hubs and I both felt sick to our stomachs because we knew we weren't going to be happy in a place as small and crowded as that one.  So the next morning Hubs got up and explained to the land lady our situation.  Unfortunately, she didn't have any properties that would suit our needs.  We were officially homeless.  So we began our house hunt.  We saw 13 properties on Saturday, 1 on Sunday, and 1 on Monday.  We quickly learned that if we wanted to live in a decent (non sketchy) home, we were going to have to raise our budget for monthly rent.

Saturday night was an adventure in it of itself.  Kansas decided to welcome us with a fleet of tornadoes passing through the plains.  I kept imagining our truck with all of our belongings being sucked up by a tornado.  Anyone who has known me for any length of time knows that tornadoes have been one of my biggest fears since I was a little girl. I find it kind of ironic that Army decided to send me to a place where I have to face my biggest fear on a regular basis.  Maybe God is trying to teach me not to be scared of tornadoes.

On Monday, Hubs and I were finally able to sign a lease.  On Tuesday we moved out of our hotel and into our new home!  We were so thankful to finally get into our house.  The change of housing cost us a lot of extra money and we needed to get out of the truck and hotel as soon as we could.  Thankfully, my loving parents decided to stay until we were able to move into our house.  They were able to help us unload the truck and unpack boxes before they left for home.  I don't know what we would have done without their help.  I don't think this move would have been possible to do ourselves without the help of my parents.  So Mom and Dad, THANK YOU!!!!  You guys are amazing!!!  We love you!

Stay tuned!  More to come!



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  2. Kait and Jon,

    Summer and I had a very similar experience when we picked up and moved to Seattle minus the tornadoes.

    I am glad you where able to find a place and I am sure the stick shock will fade,especially if you ever have to move to DC. Well have fun exploring Kansas and Summer and I wish you both the best.