Last Saturday, we ventured to the park that’s just a block away from our new house. It was a beautiful day and Steve and I could not have felt better about the jaunt over to the new neighborhood. The park was full of kids, the neighborhood was quiet and cozy, and our good friends ran past us as we were leaving. This happy feeling was welcome after experiencing a month or two fraught with the stresses of buying and selling a home (with two little kids, no less).
I have to admit I’ve been at a low point recently. It’s difficult to hear negative feedback about the house you are trying to sell (and that you’ve called home for some time!), it’s hard to wait to move on to the next phase of your life, and it’s challenging to be a stay-at-home mom juggling daily showings with two young children and trying to keep them occupied while many of their fun things are in storage.
At the beginning of this process, I was optimistic that we’d hardly notice a difference in our quality of life during this transition phase. Back then, I thought our house would sell in a month or less and that we might catch a break with the weather and get to go to the park while we were showing the house. As you would expect, that rosy plan did not materialize. We’ve been dismayed by the housing market around here (no one seems to be buying from what we can tell) and, rather than park time, we’ve been going to stores and restaurants to keep the kids occupied. While I factored in trips like this at the outset of this endeavor, it’s started to feel like we’re spoiling the kids and that our priorities are pretty mixed up, materially speaking.
I really want to stop wallowing though. In two weeks we close on our new house, and we could not be more excited about the move. It’s hard that the old house has become a bit of a burden, but Steve and I have formulated a plan to cut our losses at a certain point this spring. We may become landlords, but I refuse to do so reluctantly, so I am doing plenty of research on the topic currently.
Life has it’s ups and downs. When you’re bringing children into the world and trying to provide them the space and stability that they need, challenges rear their ugly heads. I hope that our current tribulations will be ancient history by the second half of this year and that we’ll be happily participating in life again. A natural-born optimist, this bump in the road can’t get me down forever.