The Story of A, B, and C

We met in city A, a college town with a perfect blend of business and pleasure. After we married, we lived a year in city A so I could finish my bachelor’s degree while Thomas had his first professional job. We had a nice town home rental and plenty of space for just the two of us. Our home soon became the place for all our college friends still crammed in dorm rooms to come and stretch. When my student teaching was done and my diploma was in hand, the resumes went out, and I took a job in city B.

City B just happened to be the big city that Thomas’s country hometown bled into after you crossed the river. I took on the role of high school teacher at the mere age of 21, barely older than the Freshmen and Juniors I taught. We lived in an apartment that had a swimming pool and tennis courts, which were perfect for the summer’s off from teaching. Thomas had a job with a company he loved and he was swiftly being promoted up the career ladder. After a year and a half in the complex, we wanted some grass to rub out feet in, not to mention a washer and dryer under our roof, so we looked for a rental home. After living in the cute home for 6 months, the length of our initial lease, Thomas had already been promoted to be the supervisor of the entire region in which city A happened to be. Recently pregnant and excited about the future, we loaded up everything and took off.

Back in city A, I enrolled in grad school while Thomas did about everything under the sun with his new job. He loved it, and it was certainly prestigious,  but it was exhausting in some ways we had never experienced. We welcomed our little one into our life and he fit in perfectly within our nice rental home. Life was good. After earning my grad degree, I taught part-time at the local college while Daniel was loved and cared for in our home by a sweet friend, eventually ending up in 2 day a week care one building up from where I taught on campus. A few tough experiences later, Thomas became disappointed by the company he once loved, so he set his eyes out to look for something better, more consistent for family life. We had lived a good 2 1/2 years but knew it was time for change. It was then that we moved to city C.

City C happened to be my hometown, that had changed much but still had enough country charm, along with prime access to other cities. We found a place to rent and began to settle into home. I continued to commute two days a week to teach at the college while Thomas began to immediately find favor in his new job. With a long term focus, we began to look for a house. 6 months into our 6 month lease, we found a home, put in an offer, and bought ourselves our first place. Thomas was promoted shortly after we moved, becoming a team director with his company, and we discovered baby #2 was on the way. Even before we had lived there a year, the economy began to dip even lower and Thomas’s company asked him to fire 7 people on his team and also included a request for him to take a lower position (due to him having just fired his entire team). Seeing it as a sinking ship, Thomas took the offer that was being presented to him daily by a colleague outside his company. We did, after all, have a baby on the way virtually any day, so a more secure job sounded wise. It paid more, had better benefits, and was more Thomas’s style. The rub: It was just over 1 1/2 hours away. Selling our home and/or moving was not on the radar at first, for we had just had a baby, so we just lived life and Thomas commuted. Almost year into the new gig, Thomas’s car pool buddy decided she was crazy for not moving closer to the job, so he was left to drive daily, alone. We decided that perhaps making our own move was a good thing to explore. We put out a sign and waited. 2 1/2 years after buying our first home, we have boxed up 4 people’s belongings and moved back to city B.

Here, back in city B, we have a nice rental (guess we should take the house buying thing easy for now, after looking at our track record–ha!). We’ve been here just over a week and will at least live in this home at least a year, thanks to the lease. Thomas still loves his job but he is now in the car 17 minutes one-way to work as opposed to the hour and a half one-way before. I already love that the text saying he is on his way home means I see his face in under 20 minutes! We still have some connections here and we are enjoying acquainting ourselves again with old friends, as well as looking forward to making more.

Almost all the boxes are tucked away and so much has been purged from our lives (one awesome benefit of moving!). We are excited about what God has in store for us.

So, when you see some new pictures and the environment looks different, you will know why :O)

(And I think we hold the record for number of moves for our amount of time being married. 7 years of marriage and 7 moves. At least in May we will celebrate 8 years and the numbers will not be equal :O)

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9 thoughts on “The Story of A, B, and C

  1. As usual, another good post Summer. I just had to comment that although our numbers aren’t quite as high, my husband and I may rival you in the rate of moving: counting the move into our first apartment when we married, we moved five times before our fourth anniversary! This last move was into a house we bought, so hopefully we won’t up that number any time soon–we’ll gladly let you keep seven moves in seven years!! =)

  2. Glad you’re back in our city! Now that we are getting over all the illness, we need to plan that play date! Oh…and we’ve had at least 7 or 8 residences, too, guess our next anniversary will help even out those stats for our crew, too!

  3. Summer, I didn’t realize that you have moved so much. I’ve known you to just live in two places. I’m glad you are back where you are now. We visit that city much more often and hopefully we can cross paths one of these days!

  4. I’m glad you’re closer and I can see the boys :) We’ve missed you at NE, but raising those babies is much more important right now.
    BTW, I wasn’t a civilian until I turned 34, so the military made all the move decisions for me. Even ending up here is because of that!

  5. Wow! You’ve moved almost as much as us. We’ve done 8 for 8, almost 9. And next year at this time it will be 9 for almost 10! We have a good excuse though. You guys are just crazy! Praise God for his provision and faithfulness in your lives. Maybe you can stay in ‘City B’ long enough for us to get back there. Oh how we’d LOVE to live close to you again!

  6. I sent you a facebook note asking specifically if you were moving back to City B because if you were moving back to City B and it was my City B, then mayB we would Be in the same city at the end of the semester:)

  7. Yay for a shorter commute! We did four times in 3 years of marriage before this house… but all mostly nearby each other :) Have fun in the B!

  8. We had been married 6 years and had 6 moves under our belt and another 7 til now. I don’t much like moving any more. I for one am sad that you are in City B. I liked it much more when you were in City C. However, I fully understand what wear and tear it can be to have to commute that far every day. So for now, I will be praying for the day when God moves you back to City C. :-}

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