If you have been following me for a bit then you’re aware that my family and I have gone back and forth about moving. If you haven’t then you can catch up on all of that chaos in the blog post linked here.
This time last year I was scrambling around trying to settle my mind while my husband and I discussed moving immediately. We began looking at houses, trying to list our current house, and fulfilling all of the necessary tasks to get our torn apart bathroom put back together.
After a few short weeks we halted. We finally paused and asked ourselves what in the hell we were getting into. The reason to move was obvious – a shorter commute for my husband, meaning more time at home. Though every time we looked at houses closer to his work, we were struck with this intense desire to stop looking. The cost was higher, some of the houses were lesser than what we have currently, and the worry that our house wouldn’t sell just overwhelmed us with fear.
We decided against moving and continued to finish our master bathroom with our own touches. Shortly after that we began the project of finishing our basement. Naturally, this also started a conversation of moving. For some reason each time we are in the middle of a project, we look at moving. Again it was a back and forth conversation that resulted in us deciding to stay put for the time being.
It felt like every other day we were going back and forth about this decision. Weighing all of the options. It became such a common theme that our family and friends actually have a running joke about it. When I say something like ‘oh, yeah well we’re going to be moving’ my dad will respond, ‘well, it’s only Monday’. It just wasn’t not a decision we were taking lightly. I felt like the girl who cried move. One day I was going to say it, mean it, and everyone was going to say ‘yeaaaaah.. okay’.
Then it happened.
Somewhere around the holidays, we decided to begin looking again. We knew, no matter how hard we tried, his one to two hour commute was never going to give us an easy home life. It was imparative that we relocate closer to his work to make for a better work|life balance.
One night in December while scrolling through Zillow, we came across a foreclosure that caught our eye. We decided to see it. At lunch after we walked through, we both knew that this was the house. We even talked about being willing to make an offer without our current one being sold because we just knew.
After several more walk throughs, putting in an offer, waiting a week to hear, having to give our best and final, more waiting, and finally having our offer accepted – today is the day.
Settlement day.
Closing day.
The day this house becomes our home.
To top off the excitement, this week we also received and accepted an offer our house. A weight that we were carrying heavily. Hopefully the process is smooth and we will be able to unload that weight entirely pretty soon.
Thank you to all those dealt with going back and forth six hundred times, listened to say ‘we mean it this time’ when we didn’t, and helped us along the way. I’m so excited for all of the projects I have lined with up with amazing companies. I can’t wait to share the transformation of our new home with you. Stay tuned!
