Why I’m Really Moving a Thousand Miles Away


I’ve always been a big believer in fate and destiny. I also believe that most things happen for a reason. After experiencing one disappointment after another, I began paying attention to the signs that were sent to me and started turning my life around.

After my divorce in 2005, I purchased a cute little house in the town of Barre, Massachusetts, that was well within my budget. At the time, I was working a management position for a national pet chain and was capable of purchasing a house on my own. Two weeks before the moving truck came to haul my meager belongings to my new home, fate smacked me in the face. The deal fell through. The owners decided not to sell their house afterall. That left me with very few options.

My family was a thousand miles away and I didn’t have any close friends at the time, so I had nowhere to go. Instead of moving into my cute new home, I moved into a motel that offered monthly rentals on efficiency units while I looked for another house. Because they didn’t allow pets, I had to make arrangements with my ex-husband to watch my two cats and dog. My parrot came to work with me at the store I managed, along with my pet rat.

This was a rock-bottom existence for me. I was separated from my kids who couldn’t stay with me due to the longer distance to their schools, and I was removed from my pets that spent their days locked in a basement utility closet. I was there for three months, hating every moment. As Christmas neared, I wasn’t sure I could survive it through the holidays. The thought of hanging garland around the window at the motel was depressing. When a house came on the market in the town I needed to be in, I jumped on it.

It was thirty-thousand dollars more than the first house I picked, but it had recent renovations and was move-in ready. The bank wouldn’t process a loan for me, so I was encouraged to talk to my ex-husband’s mortgage guy, who could “work miracles.”

I got the loan, but they didn’t factor the town taxes into the already high mortgage. I’d have to pay those myself quarterly. It was a tight stretch, but I thought I could make it work. Shortly afterwards, I was offered a promotion at work, moving from a store location to a regional position. Every month was a struggle, but I survived. I paid my bills on time, even if I had to scrimp and save, and made improvements to my house, adding on a new roof, windows, siding and repaving the driveway with money I received after my house was hit by a drunk driver in 2007. All was well and good until 2011 came around.

I was promoted to a national position with the pet industry chain, but ended up losing more than I gained. The company car that I was given was taken away, resulting in my need to purchase a used car and add car payments, insurance, gas and maintenance to my already tight budget. I began slipping on my town taxes, often paying back taxes with my tax refunds.

In January of 2013, I was hit with a life altering letter from my bank. They said that because I was late paying my taxes, they paid them for me. My already high mortgage suddenly went up another four-hundred dollars a month. I was devastated. How could I afford that? I called the bank and pleaded with them, but they were firm on their decision. They would be willing to reassess the situation in two years. There was more to the story than I was aware of, something I didn’t find out until over a year later.

During this same period, the town clerk of my town was stealing tax payments. I knew I was several quarters behind, but didn’t realize that she had also taken my first two quarter payments. If I had figured this out at the time, I probably could have done something, but I didn’t. I was too caught up in the reality that was presented to me. I contacted a lawyer and was encouraged to simply foreclose on the house. The housing market in my town was horrible and my bank was shy on accepting short-sales on properties. My house was also now worth less than $100,000 less than what I paid for it, despite the thousands of dollars of improvements I made on it.

This was, hands down, the worst thing that ever happened to me. After all those years of struggling to keep my credit rating high and to pay my bills on time, I was now looking at having to declare bankruptcy to protect myself from the bank due to the foreclosure. I went from hopeful to hopeless in a matter of months. I moved my son and myself into an apartment an hour away, closer to his new college, and did nothing more than survive. Six months later, I was hit with a second major blow. The pet industry chain was moving my national job to the corporate office in Texas. I could either move with it or quit.

Moving simply wasn’t an option. I was supporting a son who was only in his first year of college and wasn’t even certain I could financially survive in Texas. I took the severance package and took a leap of faith that everything would work out for me. In less than a year, I went through foreclosure, bankruptcy and unexpected unemployment.

During this period of time, I truly began connecting with my spiritual side. I began communicating with my spirit guides and learning to watch for signs. Several psychic medium friends echoed what I was beginning to suspect. Obstacles were being removed for me so I was able to do what I was born to do: write.

I cranked out 15 books in four years, making just enough to survive on. I’d like to say this was my happily-ever-after, but life had more in store for me. Earlier this year, as my lease was running out on my apartment, my son hit me with some news. He wanted to move in with his girlfriend and begin his own life. Not only did this mean I wouldn’t have his daily companionship, I’d also lose the child support which helped me stay afloat. With a heavy heart, I swallowed my pride and made the decision to move back into my old house, which was still in foreclosure.

I couldn’t purchase anything else until the house was out of foreclosure. I called the bank to inquire about their intentions on selling it and was met with indifference. My lawyer told me that houses in my town weren’t selling well and that the bank might hold onto it for another five years, for all she knew. “You might as well wait it out in the house instead of paying rent somewhere else,” she told me.

Moving back into the house that I abandoned two years previously wasn’t an easy feat. Water pipes were busted, heating radiators were cracked and cobwebs draped from every ceiling. Furthermore, I was also moving back into the house where I experienced the Soul Collector. Many mediums felt there was an open portal in my old bedroom. Unfortunately, I didn’t have many other choices. The meager money I make on book sales, classes and events wasn’t enough to support an apartment, providing I could even find one that would accept my pets.

I bit the bullet and forked out the money to have the house repaired. Pipes were fixed, an issue with the well was repaired, the house was scoured clean from top to bottom and walls were painted. Less than a month after I moved back in, I got another heavy blow. The bank was finally jumping into action and were selling my house at auction. After all the work and money, I had less than a month to get out of the house.

I looked for jobs, but found that I wasn’t all that marketable after years of being out of the work force for so long. My Paranormal 101 classes were beginning to dwindle in attendance and book sales were steady, but not enough to support me in New England, which is one of the most expensive places in the US to reside. What was I going to do?

Digging deep has become a way of life for me. Nothing has ever been handed to me. I take complete ownership of the fact that I made some terrible decisions and am paying for them now. If I thought I was at rock bottom in 2012, I was now carving out a cozy space below it. Would I end up homeless? Was this how those things happened, with a slow decline that led to an unavoidable drop off? Would I become one of those sad people who lived in their cars?

I called my mother and told her about my situation and she promised me that no one would let me be homeless. “Why don’t you move back to Indiana where the cost of living is much lower?” she asked me. She offered to help me finance a house in the historic town of New Harmony, a place I’d always loved. Could I really do that? Leave everything I knew and loved in New England, including my son and daughter, as well as my friends?

My former step-father stepped in and took over. Doug began tirelessly house hunting for me in New Harmony, but we weren’t having much luck. Every house we found had an issue or the deal fell through. Finally, he purchased a modest mobile home that sits on a corner lot and is going to rent it to me until I can find something else.

I’ve always been the kind of person who bounced back from hardships quickly, always searching for the bright side of situations instead of lingering on the brutal reality. Once I let go of the sense of misery, I was able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Indiana is my home state. My family lives there, as well as several childhood friends I’m still close to. Maybe I could make a fresh start there.

As my mind wandered, I thought about bringing the paranormal world to the historic town of New Harmony. I could set up ghost tours for the bevy of tourists who flood there every summer and autumn. I could set up paranormal investigations at some of the haunted buildings. I might also write a book about the town’s haunted history. Hope began to creep in where heartache once resided. I could do this.

My moving truck arrives in two weeks, something that both terrifies and excites me. Two of my trusted psychic mediums friends have assured me that this will be a good move for me and I believe them. If I have paid attention to the signs, this is where I’m being led.

I don’t know what I will find in Indiana, but I have a feeling it will be something exceptional and rewarding. I’ll be continuing this blog as I move, so please stay tuned.

Joni Mayhan
April 26, 2016

Joni Mayhan is a paranormal investigator, teacher and the author of 15 books. To check out some of her paranormal books, click the photos below.

Signs of Spirits front cover 400ppi Ruin of Souls cover Dark and Scary Things- A Sensitive's Guide to the Paranormal World cover

soul-collector-cover-small Bones in the Basement front cover 3 Ghost Voices cover


26 thoughts on “Why I’m Really Moving a Thousand Miles Away

  1. Wow-I respected you before after reading your books etc, NOW, having gone through all you have I’m incredibly impressed and amazed. That is alot of stuff to go thru, and there you are. You are a tough tough woman. I’m sorry you are leaving but it sounds like it is going to be an interesting journey. YOU will make it happen. Wishing you the best . Eileen

    • Thank you, Eileen. That’s sweet of you to say that. Life is a journey and sometimes the road is a bit bumpy, but that’s what makes it interesting. I think the things I went through served to toughen me up and prepare me for the rest of my journey. When good things happen after bad things, it makes them all the more special.

  2. Joni you have been though a lot in the past few years. As much as I don’t want you to move I know this will be a great move for you. I’m going to miss you more then anyone knows. Keep up the positivity hun and I will be right behide you with positive thoughts. Love you much

    Your friend always

    • I couldn’t have made it through a lot of this without your friendship, Barbara. Thank you for always being there for me. I look forward to giving you a golf cart tour of New Harmony soon. 🙂

  3. Joni, So sorry to hear you were going thru such a terrible time! And for such a long time! Brave Strong You! And writing 15 books on the side! I think moving and all the change that goes with that will stir up things for the better for you. I am happy that you have family in Indiana. I look forward to following your saga! Big hug! I’ve had a terrible time the last three years as well. Best friend died in 30 days from lung cancer, she owned the company I worked for for 14 years and her husband closed it the day after she died, so no job; a con man insinuated himself into my life like an evil entity, Finally got rid of him but not easy. They are very persistent. I fell and shattered my shoulder, and then my dear brother died also in about 30 days of lung cancer. I’ve always considered myself a can do, I can fix or handle that person, but along the way these last few years I’ve picked up anxiety disorder, agoraphobia, and depression. Which has given me a far deeper and broader understanding and respect for the power of the mind! Have thought of moving…. A cousin in TX, another in Wisconsin. A friend in Washington state….but no decision yet. And all of the above why I stopped being active on your site for writers. Well, happy for you and your decision! If you still have that site please include your link in next email?
    Best! Jacqueline

    • I’m sorry you’ve been through so much, Jacqueline. It really forces you to dig deep to find the courage to be hopeful, but I think it’s worth it. I hope that your life turns around for you too. Maybe a move will be good for you too? Best of luck

      • Thanks Joni! During your difficult times you were able to get to your work in a big way. I’m having – for the first time in my life – a difficult time getting the work out there. And that’s the most painful thing for me…If I’m writing and getting it out there I feel great. Re your move to New Harmony…it’s as if the spirits had to write it across the sky to get the message to you! I will look for signs too…xo Jacqueline

  4. Hi Joni; I am so sorry of your hardship. I will always be your friend. I hope to stay connected .Phil Ferland.

    • Thanks, Philip. I think everything we go through teaches us a lesson and makes us stronger. I wouldn’t change a thing, even as hard as some of it was to live through.

    • Thank you, Michael. Your words came at a time when I needed them the most. That was the turning point for me – the point when I stopped crying and started smiling. I’m blessed to have you in my life.

  5. Joni, we will all miss you here in New England… you have been responsible for starting most of us on journeys of discovery about ourselves, our abilities, and our place in the universe… we will truly miss your council, guidance, and your presence… know that you have touched our hearts and our minds and we will miss you immensely… we, the students of Paranormal 101, will miss you and we wish you nothing but the best in this, the new chapter in your life!!!!

    • Thank you so much for saying that, Ken. It’s been a journey for me too. You guys have taught me just as much, if not more, than what I’ve taught you. My hope is that you all stay together and continue to work, learn and grow. I was the magnet that drew you all together, but you guys need to become the glue that makes it stay.

      • wow girly, you have gone through hell … and yet, I am so proud of you- you are one strong gal!!! you got this!!! you know that old saying, what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger! I too believe everything happens for a reason, and you are meant to move there- and one day you will look back in hindsight and go… Ahhhh, thats why I had to go through this or that, to lead me to this!!! Life will be better for you, I feel it!!!

      • That’s funny because I use that phrase all the time. I truly believe that most things happen for a reason, so I’m just allowing the tide to carry me where I’m supposed to go. thank you.

      • Hi Joni, I think you are a brave soul. I love reading anything you write, especially your blog. When I moved after my divorce, from Fitchburg back to Waltham in 2004, the song “Break away” was a big hit and always inspired me. Things do happen for a reason, I think. I believe you will prosper in your newest adventure. You are very very inspiring and I wish you the best!! Keep writing 🙂 – Robin

  6. Joni, it was great to reconnect with you a few years ago. You always seemed so positive I would never have guessed what you were going through. I know you will have great success in your new hometown. I will miss you, but will follow your success on Facebook. Best of luck to you!


    • Thank you, Ruth. I try to use these situations as learning experiences and not let them get me down too much. Thank you for your friendship. We don’t see each other often, but the connection on Facebook has been nice.

  7. Thank you for sharing your story Joni. Your survival skills and resilience inspire me as I am working through some challenges myself. Our lives are similar and I can see how these circumstances offer us opportunities to grow where we need to. I used to say ” life sucks and then you die” and ” it is what it is” but these terms paralyze us.
    I have learned to be responsible for bad choices even though made with good intentions. I’m paying for them now. I need a shovel to start digging out of my pit. I am counting on karma to come through here but I know I need to take the leap and face my fears.
    I have only encountered you a couple of times but I realize that what I have learned from your sharing that our meeting was intentional by the metaphysical forces. I look forward to reading your future updates.

    • Thank you for the kind words, Amy. You’ll get through it. I think that when things like that happen, there’s a lesson we’re supposed to learn. Sometimes that lesson is just a matter of learning how to face our fears and get out of our comfort zones. It’s not always easy, but the hardest lessons seldom are. We’ll be much stronger and resilient in the end though. good luck!

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