The big move : one last time

Nearly two years ago we completely the big move yet one more time, and hopefully for the last time. Moving half way across the USA just is not fun any more. It was hardly any fun the first time, but three times just is not acceptable. We learned a lesson from our Raleigh to San Antonio trip about using U-Haul trucks, so this time we picked ABF U-Pack movers. It was the best moving decision weever made. For a couple of hundred dollars more than renting our own truck, we paid to have a huge container delivered to our home. At our leisure, we packed the truck by walking the boxes into the container. When we were done, we called ABF and they came and hooked up the tractor and pulled away. We drove our van and car across the country, without any animals like cats this time and the trip was actually enjoyable.

Once back in the Raleigh area, we stayed in an extended stay hotel, while I worked and my wife looked for a house. We moved into an apartment with a short term lease so would not feel pressured to buy the first house we found. All of the kids wanted to go to the same schools they had attended previously in Fuquay Varina. We finally found a house just two miles from where we used to live! One thing the boys wanted to do was build a shed like music room, so we had to find a house with land so we could tackle that project. That will be a future post as that was quite an event.

A really good friend of mine found a job for me at GSK with a group he already had in their RTP location. I was a usability specialist working at a contractor through Role Model Software. One of the things that was appealing to me was trying to incorporate usability with Extreme Programmers, of which the Role Modellers were the best I have ever met. Usability and interaction design could appear to be contrary to pair programming and XP, but the whole year I worked at GSK with Role Modellers was the best experience for me. It can be done and I am proof that it can succeed. The business owners at GSK benefitted as well.

The big move again

Sometimes you really wonder what you were thinking in looking back at what you have done. What was I thinking in returning with the whole family, back to the great state of Texas? At the time it was definitely a huge decision for us to make. I was not too enamored with the job I had and in searching for usability jobs throughout the USA, I wandered upon my perfect job in San Antonio. We sold the house and off we went.

In order to save money we got rid of most of our stuff and whatever we fit in the 27ft U-Haul truck we took with us. Our oldest son drove my car and my wife drove our van on the big adventure. What made it even more challenging was that we had three cats with us! I tried as hard as I could and was not able to convince the family that it was a really bad idea to travel half way across the USA with pets. In the places we stopped for the night we not only had to find a place with two rooms but a hotel that accepted pets. We moved in the middle of the summer and the U-Haul truck A/C malfunctioned so with the engine and wind noise I was worn out each evening after the daily fight with the truck and traffic.


Before we left North Carolina, I had arranged for a 3 month stay in a nice townhouse near my work. When we pulled up to the rental office, they told me they could not accept our application as our family was too large for the townhouse. This was to become just the beginning of two years of trouble in Texas. Since we had no where to stay we moved around in several hotels until we found a very cheap In-Town Suites that had weekly rates. We finally found a house we wanted to buy, but our house in NC had not sold so we had to wait. The realtor we were using had a friend who rented us her house for two months while we were in a holding pattern.


The house we were waiting for and eventually bought was the same one we saw in NC in on-line house hunting The street appeal was amazing and the house was a couple of miles from work and across the street from Sea World's Shamu. It seemed like a perfect place for us. It had a super nice pool and a sport court, which both provided hours of entertainment for the whole family. Sometimes things that seem perfect are only so on the surface as we soon found out.


It is difficult to know what to say and what to leave out. We wanted to have a change for our oldest boys to hopefully wake them up into making new good friendships. That all back fired on us. Instead of a good change, things took a turn for the worse. So many bizarre things happened while we were in San Antonio. One night at 3am I found a policeman wandering through our house while one of our sons was in the police car in handcuffs. That was a high point. One morning while I was at work, the police called to tell me they found my son in the worst drug infested part of the city and I should hurry up and get him as the police were leaving him as they had real work to do. That was a high point. Then on the day we were heading to Arizona for a week long Christmas vacation, the police called to tell us they had our son in the juvenile detection center and we had to wait four hours before we could see him. That was a high point. One day we found out that between us and Sea World was a neighborhood that was riddled with youth gangs. One of our sons friends got beat up pretty bad a block from our house by one of these gangs. That was a high point. All of these were nothing compare to the highest point of all.

I knew something was odd on the night we first moved into our house I met our neighbor on the right side. He told me to watch out for the neighbor two houses down from us. Then a couple of hours later, this neighbor two houses down came to tell me to watch out for our next door neighbor! The neighbor on our left side had three corvettes. One was a Z06 with a $45,000 engine upgrade. When he started it up on Saturday mornings, I felt like I was at the raceway. No really bad, just odd. Things heated up between the two neighbors who warned me about the other after about a year of us living there. One Saturday I woke up to find the neighbor, on our right side, had all four tires on his white Saab 900 Turbo punctured by an ice pick and the whole side of his car spray painted blue, which is called tagging. A neighbor down the street had the whole front of his garage tagged with the same blue paint. Things were heating up to boiling point in our quiet cul-de-sac! The strange thing was that most of our huge neighborhood was gun carrying military good old Texans. The cops came in to figure out who was causing the problems. Within a couple of weeks the neighbor two doors down tried to kill our next door neighbor by running him over with his Ford Explorer. Our next door neighbor was badly injured with a broken pelvis, broken arm, four broken vertebra in his neck and a severely strained back. That was all we could take of high points. Even though my job was absolutely perfect and the best job ever, I decided it was not worth it and we sold our house in two weeks time and headed back to safe North Carolina. Thus yet another big move half way across the USA!

One of the few things we still miss from our San Antonio days is Rudy's Texas BBQ, which had a funny acronym of "The Worst BBQ in Texas". Kind of appropriate for our days spent in San Antonio. It is one thing to visit the Riverwalk, watch the Spurs play basketball or attend a conference in the Alamodome, but quite another to live where we did and see a whole different side.

The smaller move

Would you buy a house that looked like this photo? Let's to go back in time to our move from Apex to Fuquay Varina, which is related to a recent topic about why we wanted to leave Apex. While our Apex house was up for sale, my wife searched for houses with land - meaning more than 1 acre lot. After months of driving around, she located what is affectionately called a fixer-upper on 2 wooded acres backing up to a small lake. Now there are houses that need to be fixed and there are houses you should walk away from as they are beyond fixing. Looking back it was clearly in the latter catgory. I still remember the first time I walked into the house as it smelled awful and looked even worse. The owners had built the house 25 years previosuly and to save energy had burned wood in a pot bellied stove to heat the whole downstairs, thus the stale wood smell throughout the house. The wallpaper was the yellowed with age and from smoke. One of the oddest things was there were fabric needles everywhere on the walls, so instead of small nails, this is what they used to hang stuff on the walls. The vinyl flooring in the kitchen was torn in several places and the carpet was well worn brown and yellow shag. Would you buy this house even though it was over 2800 sq.ft. and cheap? Did I mentioned the outside with all of the beautiful trees? Only a picture can describe it.


After buying the house in January, I started gutting the whole thing in the hours after work and on weekends. It is actually a fun task and was one of the most enjoyable parts of modernizing the house, as realtors say. Just by removing the carpet the house already smelled better. Then my wife's parents came up for a family house painting party. The wallpaper was so old we could not remove it, so we had to use special paint called Kilz which specializes the removing stains and smells. This was bad in that it meant we had to paint every wall twice. Even worse you have to paint over Kilz within 24 hours or no paint would ever stick on it! My wife's father painted the drab brown kitchen cabinets white to brighten up a dreary appearing, yet large kitchen. The transformation had begun and was already paying off.


I paid to have someone come in and install vinyl in most of the downstairs, since the laundry, downstairs bath, kitchen and breakfast area were all connected. We bought two different shaded of berber carpet, one for the dining room and another for the living room. I eventually installed tile in the entry way, but that is a story in itself and will be left for another day. I completely destroyed all of the bathrooms and remade them from scratch, since the faucets all leaked and toilets were completely brown from the lime in the water. The water smelled like pure sulfur, so we had a water softener and conditioner installed. In order to get them to work we had to get a new water pressure tank. In doing so we noticed the hot water heater was under the house in the crawl space and because of the limited space was only a 40 gallon tank. We hired a plumber to install two new 40 gallon ones, just to make sure we never ran out of hot water, which we never did! And the hits just kept coming.

About half of the wall sockets did not work so I relaced every one of them, which took me days. Once we were all set to move into the house and the wife started up our first load of laundry, smoke started coming out of the fuse box. Half of the breaker panel had shorted out due to the overload. That alone was $900 to repair using a local electrician. Soon after moving in we noticed other things, like the roof needed fixing to the tune of $4500. The following summer was a severe drought in this area and our shallow 60ft deep water well dried up. No wonder our water was so bad in the house as we must have been sucking the water out of the pond behind our house! A new 250ft deep well only cost $5000. Then one of the heat pumps died and since you cannot repair 25 year old A/C systems, we had to replace them both to the tune of $5000. Looking back, I wonder where in the world all of this money came from, but it sure did disappear quickly.


There were many other repairs, but I have blocked most of those out of my memory. I did stain the whole outside of the house one summer. We had cedar siding so you cannot paint it, you have to stain it. The smell of new oil based stain was quite overwhelming. I would try to get the kids to help stain the lower parts of the house, but they were quickly over powered by the intense burning fumes. We had wood bores eating up the cedar siding, digging holes everywhere, so those had to be killed and the holes patched before the staining began - that is a bad memory still there. I almost forgot about the kitchen cabinets project, where we all tackled it as a family after a couple of years living in the house. That was fun destroy the whole kitchen and then building the cabinets from scratch.

The final repairs happened when we sold the house and moved to San Antonio. We found buyers for our house, as that was one of the things we learned from the last time, don't move before you sell the house as two payments are not fun. Once we arrived in San Antonio, the buyers complained the septic tank was not large enough for the house. After much haggling, we clearly lost and paid to have a new one installed, which was $6500 down the drain - pun intended. We had lived in the house for 4 years and all of our hard work resulted in us loosing tons of money, but many good memories are still in with us from those times, not related to remodelling of course.