I had gotten my in-laws to watch our kids for the weekend while I went up to look for houses/apartments with my partner. Apartments were more important but there was this one house that was on the market that I was just aching to see and I wanted to see what the area had to offer before we moved there. My partner found a local realtor - this took time too because realtors are also hard to come by in the area and have a hard time communicating as well. My partner left numerous messages for local realtors and never got a call back. Eventually he just had to put out a mass email via the contact form on one of websites of the many popular realtors in the area and see who bit first. After much deliberation one gentleman got back to him, so my partner set up a time for us to meet during the weekend I was coming up.
I got the kids off to their grandparents house and hit the road, it was a wonderful drive. Got to avoid the city completely and drove on country routes, a very easy ride up. I got to my partner's apartment and picked him up, from there we went to meet with the realtor. What an awesome pick we got! Around our age, pleasant to talk to, wasn't weirded out by my hair's color scheme, very down to earth and really heard what we wanted. From there we saw a few properties but none really grabbed my attention. He said he was not able to get in touch with the person who was selling the house I wanted to see, he said it may be a possible foreclosure. I wanted to see it anyways, I asked if he could possibly set it up before I left to go home, he said he would try.
We were using our tax money to pay for this trip and all it's expenses, to us it was part of the process of moving.
That night I stayed in a cute little town at an Inn that was very nice. The place was accommodating with dietary needs, very low cost and reasonably priced. We ate out at a place that served farm to table food. Whoah was it good but pricey! Nice restaurant but the tax on the check at the end of the meal, wow! 2 taxes! We had never seen that before. They taxed drinks and food separately. That of course would just be our first education on the taxes in this state.
Our realtor finally was able to show us the house I had requested to see but it wouldn't be till 4pm the day I had to go home. My initial plans were to pick up the kids around 5pm in my home state but I wasn't going to make it if I stayed for the house showing. So, I quickly texted and rearranged my time going home and got back to the realtor and we made an appointment to see the home. This only meant I had much longer in town before I had to go back.
My partner and I enjoyed just hanging out together and having a date. We explored a maple syrup shack and got an education on how maple syrup was made, we bought some maple candy, he enjoyed some free samples (I have dairy and gluten intolerances, so couldn't enjoy the donut or ice cream). We had a nice time driving around the area and getting to know the different towns and what they had to offer by driving through them. We stopped and had lunch in what was going to be where our apartment was but I didn't know it yet.
As I enjoyed my stay in this state, I explored a town where I found a whole bunch of kids activities/ things to do, restaurants, etc. it seemed to me to be a good place to raise kids. So, I contacted my sister, I wanted her to pray that we found an apartment in this cute town. It was just the perfect place for kids, I thought.
I got the kids off to their grandparents house and hit the road, it was a wonderful drive. Got to avoid the city completely and drove on country routes, a very easy ride up. I got to my partner's apartment and picked him up, from there we went to meet with the realtor. What an awesome pick we got! Around our age, pleasant to talk to, wasn't weirded out by my hair's color scheme, very down to earth and really heard what we wanted. From there we saw a few properties but none really grabbed my attention. He said he was not able to get in touch with the person who was selling the house I wanted to see, he said it may be a possible foreclosure. I wanted to see it anyways, I asked if he could possibly set it up before I left to go home, he said he would try.
We were using our tax money to pay for this trip and all it's expenses, to us it was part of the process of moving.
That night I stayed in a cute little town at an Inn that was very nice. The place was accommodating with dietary needs, very low cost and reasonably priced. We ate out at a place that served farm to table food. Whoah was it good but pricey! Nice restaurant but the tax on the check at the end of the meal, wow! 2 taxes! We had never seen that before. They taxed drinks and food separately. That of course would just be our first education on the taxes in this state.
Our realtor finally was able to show us the house I had requested to see but it wouldn't be till 4pm the day I had to go home. My initial plans were to pick up the kids around 5pm in my home state but I wasn't going to make it if I stayed for the house showing. So, I quickly texted and rearranged my time going home and got back to the realtor and we made an appointment to see the home. This only meant I had much longer in town before I had to go back.
My partner and I enjoyed just hanging out together and having a date. We explored a maple syrup shack and got an education on how maple syrup was made, we bought some maple candy, he enjoyed some free samples (I have dairy and gluten intolerances, so couldn't enjoy the donut or ice cream). We had a nice time driving around the area and getting to know the different towns and what they had to offer by driving through them. We stopped and had lunch in what was going to be where our apartment was but I didn't know it yet.
As I enjoyed my stay in this state, I explored a town where I found a whole bunch of kids activities/ things to do, restaurants, etc. it seemed to me to be a good place to raise kids. So, I contacted my sister, I wanted her to pray that we found an apartment in this cute town. It was just the perfect place for kids, I thought.
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