We have house plans. We have the timber frame builder on retainer. We have a road excavated and graveled. We have a water well installed, and we have electricity to the property.
And then we start to hear the squealing of the brakes being applied to our momentum.
It's hard to build a house from 4,000 miles away, and we knew it would be, but we didn't know how hard it would actually get. We are very happy with the contractors we picked out, but getting ourselves onto their schedules became difficult, and coordinating them all together while doing everything through email or phone calls to a three-hour difference in time zones became its own little mini nightmare. And I was having serious misgivings about the move, period. Nothing I could really put my finger on, but enough to cause some arguments. I do sort of believe in "women's intuition" but that in itself isn't enough to call a halt to the plans we've worked toward for so many years.
Soon, we began to find out that we couldn't get ourselves onto the contractors' schedules for 2009 at all. 2010 would be the earliest we could hope to build the house. Disappointment began to set in as some hard decisions had to be made. Would we postpone the move another year, or fall back to a Plan B?
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