We’re not very good at moving. After the inevitability of moving every single year in college, we did a pretty good job of settling down after graduation. We lived together for nine months, got married, bought a house 6 months later and I sit writing on a couch in that same house six and a half years later. We’re quickly outgrowing our “5 year house,” but the economy tanked, my job became a little less secure, and I wanted to make sure we could actually start a family before we moved into a house suited for one. But the time is upon us, we have found a home.
Unfortunately, this moving process isn’t as easy as it should be. We are renting our current house out starting in the middle of April (money talks, people), and the sellers of our new home are renting it back from us until the end of May. That leaves us homeless until the beginning of June. Of course, we aren’t homeless at all, we’ll be moving in with my parents, which will prove to be an adventure, I’m sure. It will be wonderful to have built in babysitters, but it will double my commute to work and the sitter isn’t “on the way” to Brad’s office any more, so I think I will be doing a lot of the picking up and dropping off. Plus we are used to having our own space, time and privacy. Brad is traveling most of the time we will be living there, so he will have his own reprieve and I will appreciate the help while he’s gone, but I think it will be a long two months.
Don’t get me wrong, I am so excited about this new house! Chase will have a playroom, Foster (and Chase) will have a backyard, I will have an ENTIRE PANTRY just for my baking stuff, we will have an attic, a room for an as yet conceived second (and third?) child (not to make an appearance until LATE 2013 or early 2014), and a fireplace in the master bathroom. Yes, in the bathroom. I am so excited to get in the house, I can hardly stand it, but we do have mere 79 days in between now and then. Not that I’m counting.
Wish us luck. We are going to need it.