Aspiring to Live Quietly… in Alabama

Back nearly a year ago when our family first started considering moving to Alabama, I was completely unaware of the concept of “living quietly”.

Now that we have transitioned here for over the past month (and are apparently moving into our own house this weekend?), it has become apparent to me that we instinctively were inspired to move from the Nashville area to my Appalachian hometown, so that we could indeed… live quietly.

Here in Alabama, a weekend feels like 5 days; compared to in Nashville, it felt like a hurried afternoon.

There is much less “running around”. There is time to think. There is room to move.

Opportunities for real conversations present themselves more organically.

This is why we moved here. Life already seems more peaceful.

So while it could easily be argued whether my own personality would, in theory, actually allow me to live a “quiet” life, I definitely appreciate the idea now; which I have since learned is not a new concept.

Instead, it’s an ancient one- that is even referenced in the Bible, in 1 Thessalonians:

“Make it your ambition to live a quiet life.”

Sure, don’t mind if I do…

Dear Jack: Your Drawing of Monkey Baby Bon Bon

13 years, 7 months.

Dear Jack,

This past month or so has certainly been a blur, but somewhere between your last day of 7th grade and our move to Alabama, I came across a drawing you did of a monkey wearing a diaper and a Superman t-shirt. I took a picture of your drawing and then I completely forgot about it.

You have always been creative, so I just figured it was a random character you created for an assignment in your art class.

A few weeks after discovering your drawing, you happened to introduce our family to Monkey Baby Bon Bon, a YouTube star.

So now I understand you did not create this character of a baby monkey in a diaper and a Superman t-shirt.

But it totally seems like something you would think of yourself!

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Learning Secret Family Recipes from Nonna

8 years, 1 months.

Dear Holly,

One of the reasons we moved here to Alabama was to make more memories with family, as opposed to just waiting for the holidays or the rushed weekends trips from Nashville to see them.

This week, I loved being able to observe Nonna teaching you her secret family recipes, as she taught you the way her Mexican side of the family made empanadas and the way her Italian side of the family made calzones.

You were all in! You loved being able to help Nonna help cook dinner for us.

It is moments like this that say so much about our new life here in Alabama.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Trying to Sell Your SWAG from the Braves Game

13 years, 7 months.

Dear Jack,

Last Friday we had so much fun going to Atlanta to the Braves game with the church. You got to ride shotgun in the bus on the way there and back.

We got there a little bit early and were rewarded by being given a free Braves cowboy hat.

After the game ended and we were walking back to the parking lot, some girls approached you. They asked how much you wanted for the hats that they assumed you were selling.

I was so proud as you negotiated a price with them. You were all business. Unfortunately, they didn’t have cash; nor did I have Cash App or Venmo.

And since we were with a group, we didn’t really have time to figure that out as we had to keep moving.

But hey, if they would have had cash, you could have made some easy money!

Love,

Daddy

 

We Are Not “Settled” in Our House Yet… But We Did Sell our Tennessee Home

As I am now regularly seeing people in Fort Payne (I have recently moved back exactly 25 years after graduating high school from here), the immediate question I get is an optimistic, “Are you all settled in now?”

I then explain that we are still waiting on the cabinets to be fully installed and we are also finishing up some of the bathroom renovations.

The next question: “Well, are you at least moved in to your new house?”

I again disappoint by answering that we still have our belongings split between our new house and my parents’ house.

The third question is now less enthusiastic than the first two: “Do you know when you might be able to move in?”

I turn the question back on them: “I was hoping you could tell me, actually?”

In a last ditch effort to obtain some kind of hopeful response from such a realistic narrator, the final question: “Did you at least sell your house in Tennessee?”

And with that, I get to officially give a confident and direct answer: “Yes we did! Last week, we paid $150 for a mobile notary to drive to our house so we could sign the papers to complete the sale- and to prevent us from having to drive back to Nashville.”

Now, if you’re looking for a more humorous version of that answer, then I would go on in detail to tell it like this:

It mattered to me that that whoever ended up buying our home was worthy. We not only invested in major upgrades each year, but we also took immaculate care of it: No smoking, no dogs, no cats, and no shoes on in the house.

There was surely some psychology involved in our decision a few years ago when we decided to get all new flooring in our Tennessee home; that the entire stairway and upstairs floor would exclusively be white carpet.

When you have white carpet in your home, with kids, it means that by default, you have to hold yourselves to a higher standard as the homeowners to take especially good care of it.

Therefore, we made it a rule that that anyone who came to see our house to potentially buy it had to take off their shoes at the front door. The thing is, we couldn’t enforce that since they were visiting our home while we were not there.

So starting with the very first visitors, I carefully surveyed all the white carpet to look for any evidence of shoeprints.

And sure enough, the very first visitors definitely wore shoes on our white carpet despite.

It was the ultimately betrayal. I felt like Willy Wonka when Charlie didn’t give back the Everlasting Gobstopper at first…. like Michael Scott when he thought Jan cheated on him… like Larry David when he discovers a person doesn’t use drink coasters… like Chris Harrison realizing some of the contestants might not be there for the right reasons. In the likeness of that classic Seinfeld character we all know, I angrily muttered to myself, “No house for you!”

I immediately announced to my wife and our real estate agent, that whoever visited our house just now, I know for a fact: They are not serious about buying our house. Next!

Of course, I was right.

Like Jason Segel in I Love You, Man… I had easily and accurately predicted that person was not serious about buying my house.

Beginning with the 2nd visitor, our agent sent us a box of shoe covers for everyone to wear to place at our front door.

Fortunately, we only had to show our house for one week before the right buyers came along. I was relieved because I work from home; meaning I had to magically disappear for an hour when I received the 2 hour notice that new visitors had scheduled a viewing. It only took 5 viewers seeing our house in that one week for the right buyer to make an offer.

But yes, we now officially sold our house in Tennessee. The money has been transferred to our account.

So despite the ongoing ambiguity of when we are finally going to move into our Alabama home, and thereafter, actually “settle in”, we can at least check one more huge item off the list:

We sold our Tennessee home for about double what we paid for it 9 year-and-half years ago and our house only had to be on the market for one week and have 5 viewers.

If I wasn’t so distracted by the remaining renovations on our Alabama home, I might actually be able to a moment to celebrate that!

Officially: Our goal is to officially move in this weekend, making it exactly 4 weeks that we have lived with my parents during the transition.