Should we, shouldn't we? Will we, won't we? DH and I have been arguing - with each other and even with nobody at all - for the past two years about this very issue. And now, we've finally made a decision.
We're moving.
Yup, the realtor will be over to our house in about 33 minutes from now (meaning I should probably get out of my pajamas) to discuss a listing price for our current home. We'll be looking at two "new to us" homes on the other side of town tomorrow afternoon. We've already spoken to the folks at the bank, and are just waiting on last year's tax forms to arrive in the mail in order to proceed with the mortgage preapproval process.This is really happening, it seems.
And yet, in the dark of night, when nobody else is awake to hear me, I'm not so sure it's what I want. The fact is, I love our current home. Sure, I could use a fourth bedroom for my parents when they come to town, a dedicated office for my freelance work and a playroom to which I could just shut the door every night when the kids went to bed... but this was the first place DH and I bought as a couple. It's the house in which our children were conceived, to which we brought them home from the hospital. We've refinished floors, replaced countertops and even added an addition - we've made it our own. It's our home.
Furthermore, as much as I've talked about moving to the other side of town for the past several years, I've grown to like where we live just fine. Sure, I wish we were closer to some of the better schools in the district, but I love the preschool we've selected for G, the place where she takes dance classes, the local Y, our church... all things I know we'd have to give up by moving 25 miles west.
But moving to a bigger house, closer to better schools, with a bigger yard - this is what I've been dreaming about, right? This is what I want, right?
Right?
To tell you the truth, I'm not so sure. If you talked to me in person - and some of you have - you'd think I was gung-ho about this whole process, and in some ways, I am. But then I think about leaving this place, and I sober up a bit. I know it's always harder to say goodbye than it is to say hello - although I'm talking about a house here, not a person. I'm also notoriously anxious when it comes to change.
I've spent a lot of time asking God to guide us on this process. To let us know if we're making the right moves or not. Maybe I should do a little Tebowing as I attempt to hear His word; He certainly seems to be speaking to that Denver Broncos quarterback a lot these days (but that's another rant for another post). I just hope I won't be so busy repainting the kitchen and cleaning the showers in preparation for a showing to hear Him.
24 minutes until the realtor gets here... is it too late to change my mine?
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Good luck with making your choice...
I know DH & I have wrestled with this as well, as homes in the *best* school district have dropped drastically in price, while ours has maintained in the *good* school district. Not to mention we are 5 mins away from J's spectacular school, that I think we'd still use if we moved b/c it is the best choice for his learning development.
Mostly, I like that we live below our means.
That's a big step! Congrats on that. I can see how it would be a bittersweet situation, though. :) I hope you find peace about it, friend!
Hope things went well. We go through the same thing. We could really use another bedroom and updated kitchen, but we LOVE our street and our house. We've worked hard to make it our "home." That, and we live well below our means in this house which means paying it off before Cate hits high school-- something I'd love to do and that most days, I'm willing to sacrifice the extra bedroom for (one of the kids can move into the finished basement when he/she is older) and upgrade the kitchen myself.
We love our neighborhood too and have decided that we have to stay here even though our house is PACKED full. I totally understand. I don't my husband that we need to take a big empty house and move them to our yard! That would be perfect!
I remember the feeling of turning the key on the first home I purchased and I will never forget it. I sold it 2 years ago. It was a very emotional process. It is hard. But I got through it, you will too.