When you think of moving from a large thriving city to a small town in West Texas, you expect that the real estate will be less expensive. Moving from where everyone wants to go to out in the middle of nothing ought to make houses cheaper. I have found, to my dismay, that it does not.

In the entire town to which we are thinking of moving, there is not a house the size of mine for anywhere near the cost of mine. I find that very scary.

I thought that moving there would be financially a wash, but I didn’t realize we would take a hit. I have trouble with that.

I still may move, but it makes the “God on the chalkboard” moment less clear. (My sister called it God writing on the chalkboard when my husband found work there that he would like to do.)