I know I’m a day late but I’m leaving my story too. My husband moved for me (a lady) when I went to grad school across the country and we had only been dating about a year.
He had just finished his masters and I finished my undergrad. He quit a job to do it. We had both applied to that same job earlier that summer after graduation and both received calls to say they had narrowed it down to two candidates. He got the job.
We moved with very little stuff — two suitcases each on the plane (because that didn’t cost extra back then) and whatever we could fit in my car, which my parents generously shipped to the west coast since no one was able to drive across the country with me (he moved a few weeks after I started school so he could save up some money).