By home, I mean Virginia. Luke and I traveled 9.5 hours from South Carolina to Virginia today to get ready to move...again.
But that’s just geography. The real “home” is being closely surrounded by our family during this incredible season of our lives.
I’ve moved 9 times in 10 years. Yes you read that right and no I’m not part of a military family or a traveling circus. Ok, maybe the circus to an extent.
From college to married to first baby to divorced
I was mad at the appraiser. I thought, “He came into my kitchen and saw me sitting there, pregnant with a 1 year old on my lap. He saw my family. He knows the price the house was under contract for and even what it sold for last year. Yet he CHOSE to make it worth $15,000 less.” It felt like he just stole $15,000 from my family based on an opinion. Just 11 months ago, when we purchased it and had it appraised, it was "worth" $5,000 more than his appraisal! How did it go DOWN