We’ve lived in our house for just over seven years now. When we signed the papers and I started to unpack, I looked at my husband and swore we were done moving. Forever. I hate moving. We found the perfect house in the perfect neighborhood in a school district we love and plan to stay with through high school. By the time the wee ones graduate college and my husband retires, that’s when we can think about downsizing and moving. Maybe.
And our house is currently for sale.
Did I mention that it’s voluntary? My husband and I started joking almost ten months ago now that we should sell our house and move. And around eight months ago we finally looked at each other and said, “Why are we joking about moving? We should just do it!”
So yes, we’re going to sell our perfect house (where we’ve replaced all 34 windows with expensive Marvin windows, remodeled the master bath to be my dream bathroom, replaced the fireplace, made a beautiful brick walkway and stoop, and more) in our perfect neighborhood while the wee ones are still in school. And I’m still hyperventilating mildly, but I think it’s the right thing to do.
We bought our house partly for our schools, but neither of the wee ones attends the school our house is assigned to. Little Miss is in a Spanish immersion program housed at a different school. Mister Man had been in Catholic school but now also attends her school. And that school is over twenty minutes away – in good traffic.
Yay, there is a bus! Boo, they have after school activities most days of the week. Boo, they tend to forget little things like homework and lunch boxes and ohhh say boots on the last day before winter vacation. And I make extra trips to and from the school – in rush hour traffic. I started charging them for my time and gas partway through last year. Boo, I have what feels like constant meetings at the school and nearby for the PTO and other school needs. Oh, and all their friends live by the school they attend. Did I mention my husband also drive down that way for his work?
I don’t enjoy feeling like I spend my life in my car. And the wee ones want to do clubs at school in the mornings that start at 8am. To get us up and dressed and out the door and to the school by 8 means I started my day hustling them at 6:15 or so. Possibly earlier. And so they don’t get to do the clubs.
And so we’ve spent the last two months cleaning our house (again and again and yet again), decluttering it, selling items we don’t need, donating what we can’t sell, repainting, repairing, and prepping it to sell.
Until we sell our house, we won’t look for a new house where we want to move. We can’t fathom sitting on two mortgages for an indefinite period, and houses in my neighborhood just haven’t been selling. (Today’s goal? Buying a St. Joseph’s statue to bury.) And houses where we want to move are selling like hotcakes. The last thing I want to do is fall in love with a house and then not be able to buy it and resent that. So if you have any kind thoughts or juju or even prayers to help us sell, those would be appreciated. Because I don’t know how long I can keep my house looking this nice!
In the end, this has become yet another lesson in “never say never.” I can’t believe we’re voluntarily moving. Would you move in our situation, or better yet, where did you learn the hard way to never say never?