It’s really hot, isn’t it! Atlanta is hot too.
This summer, I’ve been sweating a lot.
The cause is moving.
In Japan, when looking for a rental property, you should consider the “area,” “rent,” and “layout,” and then the real estate staff will take you here and there by car, and you can have fun thinking about this and that.
In the case of America, it seems that searching for rental properties online is common.
In our case, for the past year since moving to the U.S. last year, we have been living with two American men. One of them is going to move out, and all the rent and living expenses have been split evenly, so losing one person is a big change. Living together always requires filling the gap left by the reduced number of people and is influenced by the situation. Furthermore, our oldest daughter is already in high school. I thought it might be time for her to stop living with the opposite sex.
So, that’s why we decided to move!
From there, it’s… I never thought it would be so difficult…
In Georgia, you are required to provide proof that your “monthly income is more than three months’ worth of rent.” Real estate has skyrocketed since COVID, and the hurdles are high (ｰｰ;) Furthermore, “safety” and “school district” are clearly reflected in the rent.
House hunting is extremely challenging.
Since I couldn’t find anything, online searches ended up extending to remote suburban areas with almost no people. But you know, when you’re pushed to the edge, that’s how it goes.
In such an area, I found a house that stuck in my mind. I checked the local area, and it seemed safe (because it’s rural), so I started entering information into the application form right away!
The screen displayed “You are the first applicant!!” I did it! All that was left was to submit the application online, and…
…the property suddenly disappeared?!
When I inquired, they said someone else had signed the contract just before me. I had been searching for five months, and it was the only place I wanted to be.
Oh no… it was a dark day. I finally found one after five months.
The next day, I suddenly received a call from a pastor in Atlanta, and he said, “A property from someone I know is about to become available.” It was an area that I had been unable to find for so long.
Without even seeing the property, I said, “Please, that’s where I want to go.”
If I had signed the contract for the previous property, this story wouldn’t exist. It was the best place I’ve ever been to.
When I lost it once, it was pitch dark. I wish I had known this outcome in advance, but God suddenly opens up unexpected places at unexpected times. We often forget, but God truly opens up a path in seemingly impossible places, doesn’t He!
