For almost 5 months, Matt and I have been living apart with an impossible 3 hour time difference between us.
We decided it made the most sense for me to stay in Charlotte with the pups while our house was on the market. Once it sold, I would be here to take care of the details while Matt could be focused on his new job.
The first couple of weeks were fine, but weeks turned into months, and then a great offer from buyers in January turned into a terrible appraisal in February from the bank. So (even though we didn't want to) we put the house up for rent. After fielding weeks of oh-hell-no craigslist emails, the perfect couple showed up and offered to rent our house for 2 years.
When they handed me the check — angels sung and I danced like I have never danced before.