Okay, so lemme let you in on a little secret... So ... I've been in the military for 12 years, so has my husband. We have been a dual military couple for the past 12 years -- and you know where we've lived?
North Carolina.
Yep. Fort Bragg.
That's it.
I swear ... I'm seriously am telling the truth.
We bought a house our second year of marriage and have lived in the same house for 11 years.
Our two children have been born at Womack Army Medical Center. And both have returned to our first, and only, home here in Fayetteville, NC.
We've endured 6, count them - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 of my husband's DEPLOYMENTS here at Fort Bragg. And each time, we've picked him up at Green Ramp, his post unit, or the Fayetteville Regional Airport and have come back to our small and cozy home.
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So let me tell ya, we were pretty excited when my husband finally came down on orders to say that we would actually would get to live somewhere else for three years. Moving to El Paso, at first seemed like a dream come true.
That is, until ...
We realized we had to SELL THE HOUSE!
What the what?!
This is OUR HOUSE.
We put so much love into it. It's the only house our boys know. It's our home. It's our dogs' home. Our cat roams the neighborhood. He basically owns the neighborhood. Our dogs know our neighbors ... but still barks at them. Our boys' finally have friends their age in the neighborhood.
We are going to have to sell the house! As exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time it was to do, we put that "for sale" sign out in the yard and wished for the best.
We got the word we'd be moving end of 2015. We put the house on the market in February 2016. We got a low bid in March. We countered, and we lost the bid. We got another bid in April, we countered, and we agreed on a price. Things were finally getting real.
Then we got the news ... the house's roof is 20+ years old.
Well, yeah, we knew that. We were hoping to get out of here before we had to replace it.
No. Such. Luck. Chuck.
The buyers couldn't find an insurance company to insure the house because of the aged roof. So ... here we sit. Waiting on contractor after contractor to climb my roof, inspect and tell me the damage.
The cost, I'm talking. Who would've thought I'd be having to dish out money for a new roof I wouldn't even be able to enjoy?! Blah. But alas, the house needs to be sold and I want the stress of leaving this house to another young military couple a small as possible.
So here we sit. Dreading the check that will need to be written.
But hey, our PCS mantra?
"This shit will buff out."
