Greetings from my new home! I am SO excited to be moved in. After several weeks of living between two houses and three months of selling and packing chaos, it feels surreal to finally be living here.
I continue to get questions as to how this all came about, so for those who are just catching up…
We knew our old house wasn’t our forever home, and we had casually looked at real estate listings online, but last summer we pretty much decided to stay put until all the kids were done with high school. We figured if we waited a few more years, we might want to move out of the school district and closer to Paul’s work and the city.
But then this house popped upon Zillow.
Paul got an email alert about it and forwarded it to me, and the rest, as they say, is history! That’s the short version of the story, but as y’all know, I’m not fond of short versions, so here’s the rest.
We decided to go to the Open House, but we had no intention of actually purchasing a new property. We were just curious and figured it would be fun to see it, but it turned out to be almost too good to be true. Basically, it checked all our boxes and some we didn’t even know we had.
And conveniently, it’s only 2 miles away from our old house, which makes it easy for us to stay in touch with our good friends in the old ‘hood. I can even jog over there if I want to.
But it was a long process of hemming and hawing to get to this point.
The day we went with our realtor to see this house for the second time, I left thinking for sure we were going to be making an offer, but Paul was having doubts. We went to lunch to discuss, and after he laid out his reasons for why we shouldn’t move forward on the house, I remember saying, “I don’t know… I can really see our family there, but if you think it’s not right, then okay.”
I was resigned to walking away if that’s what he felt we should do, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
He couldn’t stop thinking about it either, so when it didn’t sell right away, we started discussing it again. It was a roller coaster of emotions, and there were many times that I thought it really wasn’t going to happen, but after several weeks of hemming and hawing, making two different offers, and some lengthy negotiations, it all worked out.
Those words I said to Paul that day at lunch… I can really see our family here… really sum it up for me. This house felt right from the moment I walked through the front door for the first time. Every time I had to tell myself it wasn’t going to happen, I felt like I was mourning a loss. Which is ridiculous, I know. It’s just a house. But that’s how much it felt like home even when it had other people’s stuff in it.
Fast forward to today, and I’m looking at OUR stuff in it. It makes me giddy-happy.
The movers were fabulous, despite my concerns after a friend had a bad experience, but Friday still was a long day. Moving was definitely easier when we were younger. We had a lot more energy and stamina, for one thing. We also had a lot less stuff. No matter how much I purge, I swear, the stuff seems to multiply like rabbits. I’ve come to the conclusion that I live with 3 hoarders. I’m working on them, though…
The new owners of our old house have their final walk-through this afternoon, so we cleaned out the last of our stuff last night and won’t be going back. Settlement is tomorrow.
I thought I’d feel sad, but I’m really not. I’m so thrilled to be here. Any sadness I have is over leaving my friends, not the house, and they’re still close by.
In non-house news, my son is back home and done with camp. He’s home for good now… well, at least until he heads off to college next month.
He saw our new house for the first time yesterday — his choice. He actually got here while we were all out, and I think it was good that he got to explore it first on his own. He seems to like it. At least he’s not super cranky about it, as I feared he would be.
Today he has his first of two WCU marching band mini camps, so he was up late last night practicing and making an audition video. He’s a drummer, for anyone not in the know. The marching band was pretty much his life during high school, and he’s looking forward to continuing with that in college. I’m happy that it gives him a place to meet people and make friends and a constructive way to be involved in his college community.
My youngest daughter is hoping to continue in his footsteps, and she’s signed up to play mallets in the middle school marching band this year. I love being a “band mom” so I’m looking forward to more football games and exhibitions — both at the middle school and college level.
My older daughter is still doing the cyber school here at home. She’ll be in 10th grade this year and hopes to get her driving permit in December. Seriously, WHERE does the time go???
So yeah, I’d say it’s safe to say we’re all settling in nicely. I’m exhausted, but it’s a good tired, and I’m excited to see my new house come together more and more every day.
We still have a lot of unpacking yet to do, but our furniture is in place, and I keep telling myself I have the rest of my life to set up house, as we’ve pretty much agreed that our next move is to a retirement home, ha!
I hope you all are enjoying your weekend and that it’s been more relaxing than mine… that shouldn’t be hard to accomplish. Have a blessed Sunday!