I am a firm believer in the saying, “everything will work itself out” at the same time I get sick of hearing it.  Your friends tell you, “Everything will work itself out”.  Your family tells you, “Everything will work itself out.”  The woman in the grocery store checkout line will tell you, “everything will work itself out”.  Did Derek find a job yet? – Everything will work itself out.  Did you sell your house yet? – Everything will work itself out.  It is easier being the person telling someone “everything will work out” than being the person being told it.  Nevertheless, like the saying, everything did work out.  Derek got a job and I was able to sell the house.  I tried to sell the house by owner for about a month and had some serious bites by two couples.  One couple lived in an apartment and tried to low ball me and another couple wanted to buy it contingent on them selling their house.  I didn’t want to mess with a contingency clause so that is when I sought the help of a realtor.  After a few weeks, the couple who made the low ball offer came back with a more acceptable offer and we ended up selling our place to them.  As luck may have it, because I had originally brought this couple to the table before I hired a realtor, my realtor only charged me 2% commission.  It was a win-win.

Our closing date was set for July 9^th, 2008.  I had less than a month left in this small town.  Derek was already in Detroit getting familiar with his new job so that left me and the kids to fend for ourselves.  Because we lived in such a small town everyone knew our situation and I would get asked at least five times a day what we were going to do.  I would run into at least 10 people I knew just going to the grocery store or Wal-Mart and they all wanted to know what was going on in our lives.  It didn’t bother me.  I know they were asking out of concern and they genuinely cared about what was going to happen to us.  Deep down I wished I could have said we were off to Stanford or Kansas – some big school that would have blown them away.  But instead, I had to tell people we were going to a school in Detroit and most of the people didn’t even know they were a Division I program.  I could see the pity in people’s eyes.  First, he is no longer a head coach, second he is going to a school that no one had ever heard of and third he had to move his family to Detroit – crime capital of the country.  I am sure they had visions of my kids in school with gang members and crack houses on every corner.