The last two months have been busy. And by "busy" I mean "so crazy that I was reduced to tears on more than one occasion." At the beginning of May we found a rental in a central, walkable neighborhood, applied for, got it, and then proceeded to scramble to find renters and complete all of the house projects we had put off. In the middle of all that, we went on a ten day vacation to Arkansas (file that under "less than ideal timing").
So that's where I've been.
We've been in the new place for almost exactly a month. All the stress, the crazy running around getting our house ready to rent out, the late night projects that left us with precious little free time--it was worth it.
We're now in walking distance to the library, three parks, two splash pads, one pool, and downtown. Neil cut his commute by more than half. When the new baby arrives, we will be off the bike for the next ten months, so having those amenities close will be essential to our whole family's sanity. HP and I will still need/want to get out of the house most days. In the old house, it would have been a real challenge to make that work. Additionally, there's a good chance Neil's work will move three miles further out, so moving closer will keep his commute more reasonable if/when that change happens.
There are lots of things in life that I think I want (a smartphone, for example), and then I ask myself, "Would X really make me happier?" Usually the answer is no. In this instance when I asked myself that question about moving, the answer was an unequivial yes. I know I could have made it work from our old house, but I didn't want the first year as a family of four to just be "making it through."
Neil and I went back and forth for a couple of months on whether we should make the leap. When we found the perfect place to rent we had to make a decision quickly about whether to move forward. I remember looking at him the night after we saw it and saying, "Do you think we should go for it?" His response: "Let's do it. It's been awhile since we've had a big adventure." Just thinking of his answer still brings a smile to my face.
Is it pathetic that moving to a new house is our "big adventure"? Maybe. But it feels good to know that when we had the power to change our circumstances for the better instead of sticking with the status quo because it was easier, we did.
And you know what? It does feel like an adventure.