Moved In. Moved Out. Lessons Learned.

The time we moved into an apartment. Sat on our couch for 3 minutes. And then moved out.

Paul and I were living in a great apartment complex that was pretty close to campus and my job was actually a quick walk to the main office of the complex. One night I was doing my usual craigslist scan for cool apartments and there it was. An apartment so unique and so "cool" to this area and for a great price! All wood floors, white kitchen cabinets, loft bedroom... We clicked through the pictures over and over again and thought, "We have to have it." You know that impulse you get to buy that Snickers at the check out of Wal Mart? Like that. Except this was an apartment.

We called and saw it the next day. It was literally everything we wanted. The only downside was that it was about 10 minutes from Rexburg and we would need to drive that every day for work and school. That didn't sound like a problem to us at all. We signed the contract and felt good about our decision.

We didn't want to rush our move so we took a couple days to take each car load of boxes to our new fancy apartment. There was one night where we brought over our clothes and a few other things. We were considering sleeping there for the night for the first time but as I sat there I suddenly felt uneasy. The most horrible feeling came over me. All of a sudden I hated the place. The sounds, the neighbors, the smell.. I can still imagine that smell of the new wooden floors and I get sick. I have never had such a crazy feeling come over me and I wanted OUT.

We went back to our old apartment and I just sobbed and sobbed like it was the end of the world. Paul had no clue what was going on haha. I just kept telling him how horrible of a feeling I was getting about the place and how I could not live there. He wasn't getting the same feelings I was and I was just SO confused! I thought for sure that the Spirit was literally yelling at me to get out of the situation we were in. I didn't understand. Paul and I were married, weren't we supposed to be "spiritually in tune" and on the same page all the time? So I pushed the feeling aside the best I could and we continued to move our things into the new apartment.

The day came and we had our very last load which included our bed and table. We had a friend from our ward help us with his truck and we carried in the last of it. Paul and I sat down on our new sectional that came with the apartment. Instead of a feeling of relief, we both looked at each other and knew.

The most embarrassing part about the whole thing was that we called our friend who had the truck literally 5 minutes later and asked if he would be willing to come back. He said he was on his way back and with 2 other guys who would help us move everything back in one drive. He didn't question us he just did it. I can't believe he actually came back. He was a huge blessing to us that day.

We moved everything back into our old apartment and everything felt right again. My heart was at peace and I knew with everything in me that our Heavenly Father had protected us. From what? I will never know the answer to that question. But there are a few things I learned through this experience.

Number one is that Heavenly Father is SO aware of our needs. Number two is that even if you are married and go to church and read the scriptures and do all that you should be doing... Sometimes you and your spouse won't get the same feelings of the spirit at the exact same time. That doesn't mean one is more in tune with the spirit than the other. It just means that Heavenly Father knows what we need and how we need it.

Paul recently brought this memory up to me in regards to how it was such a big lesson to him. He said that he kept asking himself over and over again why he never felt anything bad about the new apartment until after we had already moved in. But after the experience and later on in our marriage he says he was able to learn that we need to trust each other's feelings as a couple. It taught him to trust his wife's feelings if she (I) gets that prompting and he doesn't, or vice versa. Because sometimes it's not a lesson of listening to the spirit but a lesson of listening and trusting in your spouse.

We've had experiences since where we have had to rely and trust in each other completely to get through some difficult decisions. The experience with the apartment was a huge pain, embarrassing, and both physically and spiritually straining, but the experience was a lesson that we both needed to learn.

Oh and we also learned never to impulse buy on anything ever again. :)