We are Moving from Tennessee to Alabama This Summer!

Coincidentally coinciding with the 25th anniversary of me graduating from Fort Payne High School, I am officially moving my wife and kids to Fort Payne, Alabama.

This past Friday, my wife and I officially closed on the house we bought there and we will make the move after the school-year ends in May.

People here in Tennessee who have learned about the news immediately ask the same question: “What’s in Alabama?”

This whole thing started at the end of last summer as we were picking up our son from the annual tradition of him going to summer youth camp at my parents’ church. Halfway on the drive back to Tennessee, in the middle of complete silence, he muttered: “I wish we lived in Alabama.”

Neither my wife nor I responded in that moment. But we definitely separately contemplated his statement. Later that week, my wife opened Pandora’s Box when she started looking at homes for sale in Fort Payne.

Because of the ongoing mad rush of people escaping California since we moved into our home exactly nine years ago today (which was brand-new construction at the time), the value of our home in Tennessee has apparently more than doubled in value.

Therefore, we ourselves realized we could capitalize on the opportunity to leave behind the “hustle and bustle” of Nashville to live a quieter, more meaningful life in Alabama where my parents live, along with my sister and brother-in-law; whose kids happen to be the exact same ages and grades as our kids.

That led to several weekend trips back and forth from our current home near Nashville to Fort Payne; visiting houses for sale through our realtor, Ashley.

As presented in every single episode of House Hunters ever, my wife and I had certain items on our wish lists, if we moved to Alabama.

My wife wanted a clean, nice home that was fairly move-in ready, close to the schools and near families our kids would be friends with.

As for me, I only truly cared about one thing: I wanted to be pay off our mortgage in the transaction knowing we’d be leaving behind our comfortable cozy life in Tennessee where I work from home and the only places I ever leave the house for (the gym, the church, the kids’ schools, the grocery store, and Marshall’s) are all less than 2 miles from our house.

Beyond that, my wish list would include a brick house that was only one story, with access to a good walking community; as I routinely walk 3 miles each day, no matter the weather.

It took seeing several houses, but my wife and I snatched up “the” house before it was on the market even two weeks.

The house we bought in Alabama is fairly move-in ready, though we will be getting some renovations done before our move. It is close to the schools, close to the interstate, close to the gym, and technically on the same street as my sister’s family (to be exact, it’s 0.2 miles from her house). Plus, it is a one story brick home in an amazing walking community.

As for going mortgage free, that part remains a mystery until after we sell our home in Tennessee and see the total the costs of the renovations we will do on the house we are buying. But based on our calculations, there is a decent chance that by the end of 2024, the year that my wife and I turn 43 years old, we could be able to pay off our mortgage by cashing in our 9 years of investing in our Tennessee home.

If you are a resident of Fort Payne, you probably are thinking, “It seems like a lot of people who grew up here are suddenly moving back now.”

There is certainly a reason for that:

As survivors of the post-Covid apocalypse of 2020, my wife and I both went from commuting nearly an hour one-way each day to work, to now working from home and becoming hilariously more productive and efficient. When we told our employers about our upcoming move, they both responded the same: “Oh, that’s wonderful! What a great decision, to be closer to family!”

Back in 2010, when our son was a newborn and my wife and I were first-time parents, we unsuccessfully moved to Fort Payne in an effort to be close to family. But despite our education and work experience (my wife even has a Master’s Degree), we were unable to afford to live there because we couldn’t find jobs that would pay the bills. Now that we work remotely, that is no longer an issue.

It is undeniable that since unofficially losing its title of Official Sock Capitol of the World in the 2000s, Fort Payne’s economy has been noticeably on the rebound within the past several years.

Every time I visit with my family, Fort Payne’s downtown has clearly been resurrected; what I perceive is largely due to Chris Robert’s successful restaurant of Mater’s (my family’s personal favorite hang-up spot when were in in town).

This move makes sense for my family. Specifically for me, being at a point in my life where I can recognize and be grateful that I have everything a person could ever want, despite not being rich and famous, it is apparent that the second half of my life will find meaning in focusing on family and friends.

I am excited to pour back into the lives of others, now that I have spent the past 25 years away, gaining the experience points I needed to prepare to move back.

My kids are very eager to transfer to the new schools. A few months back when I asked my daughter how she felt about the move, as I wanted to ensure I wasn’t ruining her childhood by taking her away from her life in Tennessee, she excitedly responded, “Well, Daddy, I’m pretty good at making new friends.”

So, there’s that.

I plan to start posting new updates on here as the move date gets closer. We are excited to think about this new adventure and the next chapter in Alabama!

Dear Jack: Your New Phone Cover

13 years, 2 months.

Dear Jack,

Exactly a month ago on Christmas Day, I was able to talk you into not going through the annoying/dramatic/stressful ordeal of returning your “not pink” cell phone through the mail and exchanging it for the “off white” one we actually ordered for you.

Now that I have completed writing my book (to be published and released later this year), I can finally appreciate and understand that I am the epitome of an Enneagram 9 Wing 8:

I am a natural negotiator.

And using my negotiation skills on Christmas Day, my “compromise” in the exchange was to agree to buy you whichever cell phone cover you wanted.

By Christmas afternoon, you had made peace with your “not pink” phone, on your own.

But by that point, we had already ordered you the fuzzy green monster of a cell phone cover you wanted.

So… double win?

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: The Snow is So Much Fun… for 15 Minutes!

7 years, 8 months.

Dear Holly,

All this school year, one of the ongoing conversations you have initiated with me on our walks together outside is this:

“I definitely think it’s going to snow this year! It didn’t snow at all last year so I know I will be out of school this year when it snows!”

Turns out, the snow is a bit overrated.

After the 15 minute mark out in the snow on the first day off of school this week, Mommy announced to you, “Holly, your lips are turning blue! Are you ready to head back inside?”

You happily agreed.

But hey, that doesn’t take away from the fact that those 15 minutes in the 15 degree weather weren’t fun for you.

It’s just that they were a very efficient 15 minutes!

Love,

Daddy

 

Dear Jack: You’re Not Too Old to Want to Play in the Snow with Your Family

13 years, 2 months.

Dear Jack,

At age 13, I perceive you as definitely old enough to go out and play in the snow by yourself; as the weather has caused school to be cancelled all this week.

But instead, you choose to spend your daily outside hour in the 13 degree weather with your family.

You helped push Mommy and your sister in the sled in our cul-de-sac, for the 15 minutes they spent in the snow this week.

As for the other days, I have pushed you down the much bigger hill in the sled, as well as taken you out on the frozen pond for, you know… the fun/dangerous activities!

You’re not a little boy anymore, but I definitely recognize the moments that remind me of those years.

During our time sledding at one point this week, a middle-aged man walked by, recognizing the father/son activity we were enjoying and simply said to me, “Good memories.”

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Your Very 1st Cell Phone (But No Social Media Accounts!)

13 years, 1 month.

Dear Jack,

You had been asking for a cell phone for the past year and a half; ever since you started 6th grade. What didn’t help your case was that you set your standards way too high: a brand-new iPhone.

Mommy and I recognized that with you apparently being the only one of your friends without a cell phone, you were by default being left out of social connections with the rest of them.

Once you finally “settled” on a new Google 3 XL that we found a really good deal on, I gave you my blessing on getting your own cell phone; given that you would not be permitted to set up social media accounts:

“You have given me every reason to trust you with this responsibility. I know you are going to take really good care of it and that you’re not going to go on bad websites.”

It helps that we have got you on Mint Mobile, which is what I am on; for just $15 per month.

After you opened your special gift on Christmas morning, you then noticed that the official color was not white like we had ordered online, but instead, “not pink”.

The actually color of your phone is called “not pink”.

Fortunately, I was able to convince you that it’s so close to white that no one will even notice your phone is “not pink”, nor is it white.

To be sure, I agreed to let you order a fun phone case for your new phone. It’s a lot less trouble and less drama than having to send back the phone and wait for a new one.

At age 13, you now have a cell phone. (But no social media accounts!)

 

Love,

Daddy