Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Moving on

This story starts in July when we found out our landlords (the house is owned by a group of brothers and sisters) were thinking about selling the house we were renting.  At the time I was 8 1/2 months pregnant and the thought of moving made me want to cry.  At that point nothing was decided and I figured they would wait until the real estate market was in better shape.  Then in the next few weeks the house had a major plumbing problem, that probably cost them hundreds to fix, and then the refrigerator quit working and they had to replace that.  I was worried that we were suddenly giving them extra incentive to sell, but still hoped for the best.  Fast forward to three days before Josie was born and a real estate agent knocked on the door, gave me his card and said that the house was going on the market and the sign would go up in a week.  I couldn't believe the timing!  I was so ready to have the baby and the last thing I wanted to worry about was the house.  One of the apartments we lived in in Jersey was for sale so I knew what a pain it is to live in a place and have showings regularly, but I only had two kids then, now I would have four, including a newborn.  I was not happy and I did not want to think about it.

The house was not ideal for our family.  It was "cozy" to put it nicely.  It had three small bedrooms and the older kids were all in one room so the baby could have her own room, the kitchen and dining area were tiny, it was all pretty tiny.  It was too hot in the summer and too cold in the winter, the bathroom sink had separate faucets for hot and cold, it had various other issues, but we were making it work for our family. I did not want to have to move, but I decided not to worry about it until after Josie was born.  I assumed it wouldn't even be a concern, because it probably wouldn't sell, anyway.

After we had Josie we started exploring other options but we didn't find anything that we thought would work or that we could afford and with my recovery I just couldn't imagine doing everything I would have to to move.  With all the issues the house had, I was actually really fond of the little thing and it made me sad to think about leaving it.  We decided to stay in the house and just count on it not selling any time soon, and I felt good about that.  At first things were fine.  The "For Sale" sign didn't actually go up as soon as they said it would so I wasn't having to deal with house showings and we wondered if they had changed their minds.  But then the sign went up and the showings started and there was one about every week.  By then I was past the 6 week recovery mark and the idea of moving wasn't quite as daunting and I was getting annoyed, but I wasn't quite ready to move out, yet.

About mid-October Richie came across a house for rent that really interested him.  It was in a nice neighborhood near campus, four bedrooms, and the rent was more than what we were already paying, but it was a good price for the size of the house.  He set up a time to look at the house and I didn't think I would like it so it wouldn't hurt to take a look and then I was surprised at how much I liked it.  It was a lot bigger than it looked from the outside, it had a garage, dish washer, and a fenced-in back yard with a fort.  The yard was really the thing that I liked the most, the idea of my kids playing in yard instead of a parking lot was super appealing and I couldn't stop thinking about it afterward.

So we gave our 30 days notice on November 1st and started packing.  It was a crazy month!  The last time I packed up our house we were a family of four and being a family of six makes it A LOT harder.  I wasn't sure I was going to make it.  I was also a little sad about leaving the neighborhood and our ward.  I loved living close to downtown, being able to walk to the shops and theatres and library was great and I loved seeing the temple from our window.  I have lived in four different houses on that block and it feels like home.  Plus, I brought two babies home from the hospital to this house.  I was sad to be moving on, but it was the right time.
We moved into our new house on December 1st and are starting to feel settled in.  Now that we are here I don't know how I ever thought we could stay in the other house.  We have so much space and feel really comfortable.  The kids have their own rooms, we haven't scraped frost off our windows all month and I rarely have to wash a dish.  A few days after we moved the realtors office called me because they would call me to give me notice of a showing and I guess the landlords hadn't informed them that we had moved out.  She said an agent was bringing the buyers over and they wanted to set up in inspection time.  At first I didn't even think about what she said because I was thinking how happy I was that we were already out and then I realized that she said, "buyer" and "inspection".  We drove by the house and the sign was gone!  The house sold and we moved just in time!

So that is why I have been MIA for a little while.  Moving was not the only thing going on in our life, but it sure felt like it.  We are so happy to be in our new home and for life to start to get back to normal, and especially to celebrate Christmas.  This house has a fireplace and a few days after we decided we were going to move Sophia said, "It's a good thing we are moving to the new house, because, how else would Santa get in?"  Our old house didn't have a fireplace and I guess it was a big concern for her.  One of the first things we did in the new house was set up and decorate the tree and that helped the kids feel at home.  It is going to be a great holiday in our new place.