March 2020 - Matt and I were sitting in the Denver International Airport, with my two best girlfriends, waiting to board a plane that was going to take us to a haunted plantation in Louisiana to celebrate my big 40. We ate in cautious silence in the terminal listening to the passengers that were getting off planes that had been diverted home from their vacations cut short. Between Matt reading us blurbs from Reddit and eavesdropping on confused travelers, we decided that it was not the right time to travel, grabbed our luggage, and drove back home.
Quickly following, the schools locked down and started 100% remote learning. We were some of the luckier ones who were able to easily shift into working from home during the 2020 pandemic, as we both worked in software, and Matt had the wherewithal to setup networks and monitor web traffic to curb the kiddos from watching YouTube all day. This new way of life was different, and the change was refreshing, even if the world was in a state of chaos. We weren't sure how long quarantine would last and days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Emails from school districts and corporate offices surfaced from time to time that expanded the duration of the remote working restrictions but were hopeful that one day we would return to the world we have always known. Until we received the emails that what we have always known was no longer.
Matt's company took a more direct approach and distributed a list of states that were approved for employees to move to if they desired. My employer was not as confident in deciding to be fully remote at this time but we already had remote employees globally so I was not concerned. We started discussing what life could look like now that neither one of us were tied to a geographic location because of our jobs. We would spend nights on Zillow and Realtor dreaming, searching, planning, then closing our laptops and heading to bed. We repeated this many times. Some nights would end with vibrations of possibilities and others with disappointment and risk. We knew we wanted old and we knew we wanted acres. If we were going to leave Denver, Colorado (my hometown and Matt's recently new home) it needed to be for something spectacular - a bucket list level adventure that we could build if our resources went further.
We started our search in Kansas. West was never an option. East was our North Star as the amount of home that one can get including the parcel of land was singing to our pocketbooks. It didn't take much searching to see what $300,000 could get you in Colorado versus Kansas, Missouri, Illinois, Kentucky, Georgia, etc. We planned a road trip from Kansas to Missouri and were going to head South but took some time to poke around in Illinois. It was right there and, with some planning, we could hit some places on the Southern bit. While browsing through listings we found one with a spider on the ceiling.