We moved from Portland Oregon because although it is green, and can be gorgeous, the rain and gray skies started making my sweet-happy-go-lucky-upbeat-gem of a husband blue. A lot.
That didn’t work for me. From the get go there was an unspoken agreement between us that I was the one allowed to have mood swings, not be even keeled, or easy going. It was one of the reasons our relationship worked so well.
That “opposites attract” kind of thing.
So we started looking into sunny West Coast cities to stay close to my family, and ultimately decided on San Diego. If you live here, you’ve visited, or even if you’ve just seen Anchorman, you get why. Sun, surf, laid back vibe, plus my closest girlfriend is down here =icing on the cake.
We are both self employed so we planned that I’d take some time off to get the family settled, and he’d keep working part time up North, while building a business down here. Four to six months transition time for him, tops.
Not so much.
Yes my husband Marc is a highly sought after Home Inspector in Portland with numerous repeat customers, testimonials, and a huge network of realtors that, in all honesty, LOVE him, but how did that translate down here?
No one knew him from Adam, so why should they leave their trusted Inspector and use some hick outta Oregon?
Thankfully he still has a thriving business he could expand in Portland, so he kept going there. Every. Single. Week.
He became the guy who travels to work during the week, and is home for three-day weekends. The same guy who regaled his wife and kids (plus that darn dog) with tales of the endless summer, and ultimately convinced to move to Cali so he could beat the doldrums, and we could all get more Vitamin D.
But the poor guy was only soaking it up two-three days a week.
As the kids and I struggled to adjust to the sand, surf, fish tacos, and nonstop sunshine of San Diego, Marc was struggling to book non-stop flights to Portland on Southwest Air.
It was rough. When he called and caught me at the beach as I’m watching our kid learn to surf he was genuinely happy for us, but I know he was green with envy.
And yes, it hurt when he drove the 12-year to the mall and had to ask her for directions. Especially when she said “no worries Dad, you’d know if you actually lived here.”
But my husband is tenacious. He kept traveling back and forth growing his business/team up North all the while doggedly networking down here and guess what?
It’s finally paying off.
He still travels to Portland, but the transition is coming along nicely.
Kudos to my husband. His dream of the endless summer is becoming his reality.
He is tanner than all three of us combined, has found all the best fish taco joints, is finally learning how to surf, and the best part is he really seems to know where he is going.
About JulieRae, she’s a hardworking Realtor/Mom whose mantra typically is “Yes, but first coffee.”
For help buying, selling, or investing in SD she’s your gal @ firstname.lastname@example.org