We got the word today that Matt's job is being moved to IL, and despite his telecommuter status--we have to relocate.

Part of me is E-FRIGGIN-LATED that something will move Matt's butt out of this house.

But the other part of me is sad and scared. I was ready to leave the house, but not altogether ready to leave the area. I know where everything is. I'm starting to have real friends here. I'm going places with Matthew and running into families I know from other things. It's comforting.

I know the towns and the real estate markets and the laws and the politics (although I hate it). I know where the good doctors are and where my holistic version of "House" is. It's just "home". Not this town or this house, but this area.

I think we're going to probably find a multifamily to live in first. We planned here to sell this house, buy a multifamily as a primary residence, live there a while and reduce our outgo--learn the property's quirks, then rent that unit out and move into another multifamily... continuing to sock away money until we get to our final landing spot. At least doing it this way with the relocation allows us to be closer to the city and his office in case he actually needs to be IN the office. We'd have a year or two for that situation to firm up. We'd also have a year or two to figure out where we really want to be longer-term--before we buy land and plant ourselves.

In the meantime... No clue how this will affect Cookie coming to us. IF she comes to us. And maybe the terms of the relocation won't affect any of it at all...