Beverly Hillbillies in reverse. We live in Michigan and we’re moving to Tennessee…NEXT WEEK!
Last Thursday (April 10), my trophy husband said, “My company has a job opening in Tennessee.”
I said, “Well, what are we waiting for?”
We’ve been discussing moving South for quite a while. The snow in Michigan sucks! But since we were here, we’ve also been looking for a farm in Michigan for the last year, but everything we found, put an offer on, got an acceptance on, etc. has fallen through. Maybe we’re MEANT to move South. If you know me, you know my life is about SYNCHRONICITY! I completely believe things happen for a reason, and you will know you are on the right path by the crazy signs around you. Obviously, the difficulties we had trying to buy a farm in Michigan meant we were not on the right path. When things are right, they’re not difficult…they’re easy. Tell me if I’m on the right path when you read the following story…
That night (April 10), I found a farmhouse online and emailed about it. We planned on going down Sunday (April 13) for a couple days for hubby to check out the job and me to check out the neighborhoods for houses. (In 2 weeks, I’ll be out of the country until August, so if this is going to happen, it has to happen quick quick quick.)
Early Sunday morning, I got a response to my email which was uber-strange, stating the owner worked for the UN and was being transferred to South Africa, and asking questions like ‘Can you attach a photo?’ ‘How much can you put down upfront?’ ‘What’s your birth date?’ It was more than a little weird, so you know me, I Googled it. Turns out it was a scam. It’s been running since 2009. They get your info, you send them a lot of money, and you don’t get the house. I searched online and found the REAL real estate agent and sent her an email, telling her there was some fraudulent activity going on with that property. In the car on the way to Nashville an hour later, I got an email from her asking me to call her. I did and we spoke about the email I had received, which I offered to forward to her. I also asked (since I had her on the phone) if I could set up an appointment with her (since she’s a real estate agent and I’m looking for a house).
Monday morning (April 14), I dropped hubby off at the new job and went driving around. Armed with coffee, my GPS, and a list of 20 houses, my plan was to look at all of them before meeting with the real estate agent at noon. All of the houses were in dinky neighborhoods with no yards. I hated them. I’m a country girl. Give me room. Give me grass. Finally, I ended up at the farmhouse I had originally emailed about. I was in LOVE. There were cows and a donkey next to the house…chickens and geese in the barn…and a beautiful 150-yr-old farmhouse.
While I was in the driveway, my trophy husband texted, “The job is a go! Find a house!”
I texted back, “Just did! Check your email.” I sent him pictures of the cows and the house, and I headed to the real estate office.
The agent showed me some houses on her laptop (some of which I had just driven by) and I told her the one I really loved was the old farmhouse. She told me all about the history of the house and the land. I asked her why she knew so much about the property.
She said, “Because I’m the owner.”
SYNCHRONICITY
We signed the papers Thursday morning (Apr 17) before we left, and we’re now back in Michigan packing. The movers are coming Apr 29! I gotta go….
Lori Crane 
wow nice save on finding the owner! the real state agent at that! congrats on the new home too 🙂
Synchronicity! Seriously, I gotta get off this computer and go pack. 😀
lol have fun preparing stuff and going down memory lane as you do it 🙂
My husband and I have talked about moving away from these winters too! This was obviously meant to be for you! Congratulations and enjoy the beautiful home 🙂
Thanks, Niki. Come on down. The weather is amazing and the view is unbeatable. Someone told me it’s “God’s country.” I think they might be right. The first night we sit on the front porch, playing the guitar, and drinking sweet tea, will be the best night EVER!
What a find! Tennessee! We are practically neighbors. We have a cabin on the Blue Ridge Parkway outside of Waynesville near Asheville, North Carolina! We don’t get up there as often as we would like, but I am certain we will when the rocket scientist retires in a few years. I am so excited for you! A real working farm with no work. ideal 🙂
I can’t wait to get on my farm!! Let me know when you head to Asheville. I love that town. We’ll meet you there!
You are right that this is absolutely why you didn’t find that house in Michigan. Had a similar experience once. What an adventure! My best to you and Rob!
Thank you. Sweet tea on the front porch is always waiting for you. I need to go to Cracker Barrel and get some rocking chairs. Didn’t you always wonder who buys those things? It’s me!
I’ve heard from many people how beautiful and peaceful it is; so I won’t hold you up. Go pack and we’ll talk soon.
I’m plodding right along, but it’s nerve racking to make sure I have everything I need with the movers having everything else. No telling when they’re gonna show up.
Stand still, take a few deep breaths – it helps to slow things down and then you take it on – one move at a time. You’ll be fine!
Thanks for the kind words. I keep reminding myself I’m only on Step K and don’t worry about Step W right now.
Now you’re talking!!
How exciting! I have friends on the Eastern side of the state and visit them at least once a year. It’s so pretty there and renews my spirit each time I visit! The clear streams, waterfalls, hiking trails, wow…it’s beautiful! I bet you will LOVE it! Congrats!!!!
move back and take the rest of the liberal, exploiting MI-heads with you
Well, Marlboro Man, apparently you’re not a true Southern gentleman. Hiding behind a fake email address and posting name-calling insults, complete with a lack of capitalization and punctuation shows you were obviously not raised right. For your information, I was born in Mississippi and raised in Milan, Tennessee. Before I came back home to the South, I lived for many years in Michigan where my parents worked for Ford Motor Company and designed that fancy pickup you drive. I am about the furthest thing from a liberal as you can get, as I am a conservative Republican through and through. If you’d like to continue this conversation, bring it on.