After 10 months of unemployment, our savings was wiped out, and we were in deep, deep credit card debt. The total was so much higher than I thought it would be, once I added it all up, but hey, 10 months without a regular paycheck or unemployment benefits will do that to you. I’m just glad that we had the resources SOMEWHERE so we could keep living!
My parents had offered to let us move in right after Chris lost his job, but we kept hanging on because we really did not want to turn to that option. Chris and I had done it once before when we were first married, and there was such conflict that our marriage almost didn’t survive it. Moving out was the best thing we ever did.
But this time around, we recognized that in our current situation, it could take us, literally, years and years to get back to where we were before the unemployment. We had to acknowledge that maybe the best thing to do would be to take them up on their offer. After assurances that things would be different than last time, we took the plunge when our lease ended last month.
Sadly, things have not been any different. I was truly hopeful that they would be but Chris’ and my relationship with my family continues to grow more strained, and we’ll plan to move out sooner than we would have if boundaries and basic considerations had been respected from the get-go. It will mean it takes longer to get back on our feet, it will mean taking longer to meet all our financial goals, it will mean uprooting ourselves again too soon after a move that was stressful in the first place. But all those things are better than the alternative.
It was very generous of my parents to finish their basement for us – it is beautiful, really, and we have more living space than before – and I am and will be eternally grateful for that. Unfortunately, a beautiful house is not synonymous with a happy house, when there is discontent as there is now.
I don’t think I will ever stop calling Garden Park home. When I’m in Orem for school, it feels like I should just drive up the hill to get home, not get on the freeway. We made wonderfully close friends there that I hope we will keep forever. It was the first and only home Averie ever knew. It was actually the first place that ever felt like home to us.
I hope we can find our next home soon.