In the summer of 2019 our family moved to a new home in San Diego that sat at the base of a mountain and looked out over the city--even offering ocean views from our deck and second floor (pic above ^)
It was a ridiculously incredible house that we were frickin' lucky to have found and acquired.
And we loved and lived the crap out that place! 2019 turned out to be one of the hardest years of Kate and mine's life and that house literally saved us.
Plus, it was the world's greatest party house. We threw parties of epic proportions: Costume parties, Harry Potter parties, Roaring 20's prohibition style parties. From house concerts to weddings, we loved that house well, and it loved us in return.
Then the pandemic hit and quarantine began and, to be honest, we were here for it. Had we been quarantined in any other place we've previously lived at, we might've killed each other.
But at that house? We thrived.
Living at that house, I finally understood the concept that "place and space" can be an additive benefit to life.
No joke. Prior to that house I'd only ever been like, "What, it's just a house. Does it have a bed? A tv? A fridge? Cool. I'm good."
But this house changed all that.
I loved living there (even in spite of all the wildlife that I don't particularly care for. I'm looking at you, rattlesnakes, tarantulas, scorpions, rats, and coyotes).
It's hard to convey just what that house meant to me and to our family.
Then, one evening in late September we got an email from our property manager: the owner is selling the house.
We had to move.
I cried. Hard.
We had a podcast scheduled that evening. We cancelled it. And cried some more.
We were devastated.
Moving is hard enough when you want to do it. Even harder when you don't. And hardest of all when you love where you lived like we did.
Anyway, needless to say the last two months have been a whirlwind. It happened to be the worst timing, market-wise, to move: record high rent prices in San Diego, spiking out of nowhere, sealing our fate to no longer be able to afford to live in the city (we now live in Lakeside, a city north/east of SD).
However, I have to also tell you, in an incredible act of blessing from Beyond, our dear friends--upon learning about our needing to move--organized a GoFund Me page to rally people to help us cover the extravagant costs of moving. Y'all, the Goal was met (and exceeded) within like 48 hours. That was the brightest light we could've dreamed for! 😭😭😭
So we moved in to our new place at the end of October (also, by the way, the same week we moved our church to a brand new location. Oooooof... so stressful).
And while I'm adjusting (slowly) to the new house, I'm still pretty wrecked about it.
Anyway, that's my life update.
Thanks for letting me share.
I've just about got my new office/studio space setup in the garage, so I hope to be writing regularly again over at Perspective Shift, as well as getting back to my livestream show, The Alter.
But hopefully now you understand why I've been pretty silent around these parts lately.
What about you, though?
How have these past two months gone for you?
Anyone else forced to move recently and wanna commiserate?