If you read this blog or know me at all, you know that I haven’t been very happy living in Georgia. I tried to make the best of it, and I embraced the north Georgia mountains and all the activities they offer, but I always felt out of place here. My house in the suburbs felt like a prison I was always trying to escape from, by going camping or backpacking or to the barn to be with the horses. I never felt like Georgia was home.
I have begged my husband for 14 years to move back to North Carolina, closer to my parents and the island I grew up on, Cape Hatteras. Every time we would visit the island, I would fall into a depression when it was time to go back to Atlanta. As we drove back, as soon as we reached the outskirts of the city, and the traffic and hustle and bustle of metro ATL, I would sink into despair. I hate living here. It isn’t that it’s inherently bad, and I don’t want to offend the people who live here and love it, but it’s not for me. It isn’t and it won’t ever be home.
We moved here for my husband’s job and I feel like I’ve been trapped here ever since. Finally, after 14 years, I have talked my husband into moving. I would have settled for Raleigh, the closest major city, but we are going to be able to move onto Hatteras Island. My husband works from home now, and we can make it work.
This week we visited my family on the island for a week. Before we left Atlanta, we put our house on the market. While we were in Hatteras, we looked at houses and had a harrowing time finding one that would work. We got outbid several times, and we each had to make some compromises to find a house we could agree on. Hatteras is not a cheap place to live and replicating our house in Atlanta was impossible. What goes for $350k in the suburbs goes for $650k on the island. You’re paying for the view and the proximity to the beach.
We did find a house, we put in an offer, and we are now officially under contract. It’s hard to put into words the amount of relief I feel about this. I’ve been homesick for so long, and felt like I was always missing out on the kind of life I wanted to live. Growing up surrounded by wild places and huge expanses of ocean and sky, and then being planted in the ‘burbs was a major buzzkill for me. Like I said before, Georgia isn’t and won’t ever be home.
The move is going to be complicated. The house we bought is a rental and it’s booked all the way through September. We have to honor those bookings and won’t be able to move in until October. We have a place to stay during the in between time, and we are beyond thankful for that, but the next few months are going to be full of upheaval and some stress. Once it’s done, we’ll be in a place I’ve wanted to return to for years. I’ll fill you in on details later, but for now I wanted to let everyone know that my prison sentence in the suburbs has been commuted and I’m ecstatic!