We moved to a smallish town south of Sacramento. We plugged into our new church and met some amazing people. We rented this house, there was a possibility of buying it eventually if our house in Arizona would sell. Four bedrooms, large open floor plane, and amazing flooring. They invested in some fabulous tile from Italy. It really was beautiful, but it also was super hard and anything dropped shattered into millions of sharp slivers. Funny thing about this photo from google maps....those are our cars, even though this was 6 years ago...also, it warped the roof line. Odd.
We lived here about a year, sometimes paying both rent and our full mortgage since our renters were not stellar about paying rent. Eventually things didn't work out here either. We still love many people from this place, so that's all I will say.
The ending to living here was very traumatic.
Although we paid for a full month, the landlord told us in order to break the lease we'd have to get out in 10 days. We threw out, sold, or donated about 1/2 of our belongings and put the rest in storage. We didn't have a plan, and because of the double house payments we didn't have the means to just find somewhere else.
I am being transparent here. This was a very painful time. I felt abandoned by God, rejected by people and churches, and now we were about to be homeless. Both my daughters, now graduated from high school, chose to go to San Diego. That was painful. My dad suddenly needed open heart surgery, so Aaron finished packing and moving stuff to storage and I headed to see my dad.
Now God has a way of working things out for the good. But at the time it didn't feel like that.
Aaron had a phone conversation with a worship leader about an hour away. She said there was a family in their church willing to let us stay in their guest room while we figured things out. So we made that plan.