Making the Move to New Mexico
About 2 years ago (1995) my husband and I got a wild hair to buy some property out of state. Something pretty. Something up in the mountains. Something we could camp on maybe. Just something out of the California Inland Valley heatbox.
So, after scouring the internet, checking out property from coast to coast and border to border, we happened on a lovely little town tucked away in the Sacramento Mountain range in southeastern New Mexico. I have family ties in New Mexico, so I was partial to the state to begin with.
Off we went to check it out, kids and all. Took us about 15 hours all told, driving time. One stop to sleep in Las Cruces, on to Alamogordo the next day, and up the hill we went. We spent one day there and put a down payment on 2 adjoining parcels immediately. It was perfect. Nice flat parcels with water and power to the property. Maintained (gravel) roads. Close to the town. Pinion and Ponderosa pines whispering in the breeze and making the air smell like heaven. We closed escrow about a month later and it was ours.
Fast forward to late 1996 when the California housing market started their infamous downturn. Fortunately we were able to sell our home, which was the fork in the road that landed us on the path we are currently traveling.
And here we are in the present day. May 7, 2007. The kids and I are living in a rental home in the same school district (so the kids can finish out the school year), while John is up in Timberon building us a log home on the property we bought 2 years ago to camp on!
You just never know what fate will drop in your lap, eh?
A view of Timberon. Our property is somewhere down in those pine trees:
View of Timberon
Original text by Nanette Thorell 5/8/2007 (re-posted with minor edits)
