Alright, inquiring minds need to know...what is our new home like? Well, here's the deal. We've been renting for nearly 6 years in one place. Not that renting is anything new, we've done that all 13 years DH and I have been married. We got married right out of college and rented a cute upstairs apartment in a house on an inlet...quaint and fabulous and tiny. Then we moved one state down so DH could attend grad school. We moved 3 times in 6 years (yes it took that long to get those three little letters after his name). Then we moved cross country so DH could do his postdoc...at that time, Anna was 13 months old and we decided I'd stay home and we'd do our best to make this single income thing work. On a postdoc's stipend. Anyone laughing with me??? We made it work, but only by the grace of God and the support of our completely fabulous family (and Anna's completely fabulous LD school). Because after we made that decision for me to stay home, we promptly got pregnant again and soon after Megan's birth life exploded with Anna's ASD diagnosis.
Hmmm, so, it's taken another 6 years for DH to complete his postdoctoral training. We've stayed in one place because not only could we not afford to move, but also because I didn't want to move and upset Anna's balance. There is something to be said for sucking it up and staying on track for the sake of your child's well-being, even if it means living in cramped quarters for years on end. Things were going well, so we stayed put. And then DH neared completion of his postdoc training. He looked all over the country for jobs, and frankly I was desperate to go home. I miss my family. I miss my best friend. We thought it'd happen, and then it didn't. And then an opportunity to stay right here came up, and we took it.
So as I'm writing this, I'm both grateful and sad for staying right where we are. I'm grateful because I really believe this is the best place for Anna to be, she's been getting great help and her school is more than fabulous. I love her school so much, and I'm really glad we can stay. And frankly, I'm tired of living in transition. I want to put roots down, and I'm glad we don't have to start all over someplace new. I have great friends here, the kind of friends that make great family. I love them, and I'm happy to stay here and keep them. But I miss my family deeply. More than I can say. So much it hurts.
There's a lot about life, in my experience, that is about drawing two opposites together. I'm here, but my family and BFF are away. My love for them will just have to bridge that divide.
That's not saying much about my new home, is it? I can't talk about my home without saying all of the above, and now that's off my chest, here's what's up with our new house.
We were tired of renting, but resigned to it for...forever, really. But then the housing market got friendly for folks like us, and interest rates dropped, and there was that big first time home buyer tax credit of a carrot dangling in front of our faces. So we went after that big old carrot and hung on for dear life. Yes, I feel deranged, but we ended up in our first home. I'll be looking for part-time work soon when Megan goes to kindergarten in the fall. But it will be worth it. The girls have an actual yard to play in (previously their play area was the driveway which the neighbors treated as their own personal speedway). They have their own rooms. I'd tell you they shared a room before, but their sleep patterns are so different, they kept each other up at night. So one of them has slept in the dining room for the past year. I wonder if they'll remember that when they grow up.
So our new house. It's actually an old house. It's cute and small, just our size, with a yard, close to the public school where Megan will be attending kindergarten. I'm actually having heart palpitations about that, you know that mom guilt! We've done so much for Anna because she's needed so much, and Megan gets punted to public school. Poor kid. But actually, we got this house specifically for her, to get her into the best possible school district locally. So if she asks us later what's up with the seeming disparity, we can honestly tell her we bought our first house for her. Truly.
Our cute small old house is also on a cul-de-sac, which is totally fabulous. No more self-important neighbors treating our driveway as their own personal playground! And the kitchen, well I saved that description for last. It's bigger than what I've been working in for the past 6 years, and it has an actual eat-in area where the girls can have meals while I cook. And there's room for more than one person to be in the kitchen at any one time, so now they can actually help me bake! And the very, very best part? There is a window over the kitchen sink that overlooks the yard. There is another window in the eat-in area that also overlooks the yard. So the girls can play outside while I am busy in the kitchen. Because let's face it, I'm in the kitchen most of the time. Previously, I'd have to go outside with the girls because I could not see them from inside, and there was no yard and no fence and those pesky neighbors were itching to run my kids over.
So there you have it. That's our new house with all the baggage I bring to it (in addition to all the boxes)! I'm happy. It's nice to settle down. The girls are happy. They are a good reason to buy a house. For them, it's worth it.