
All we had lined up was my husband's job.
Summer 2022, my husband and I packed up everything we knew--established reputations, careers in education, and a charming house on a cul-de-sac (with the white picket fence, porch swing and all!) and journeyed down 95 South to move into a small AirBnb bungalow on the Gulf Coast of Florida with hopes to find a house sooner in a hot market.
The time between my husband accepting the job and us packing up and moving was approximately six weeks. He started four weeks later, leaving me to pack up the house while watching our three kids.
We arrived in Florida excited, but exhausted. Although I really just needed a minute to unwind, but we were on the hunt for a house in a hot market.
Since the teacher shortage is such a for real thing, so I was offered a job immediately at a very charming school.
