I’ve forever been talking about selling our home here and moving to a cooler climate, with better schools and where we can afford the kind of house we’d like. I’ve been longing to move for years, especially after I got pregnant.
I want Son to grow up in a place where there’s a change of seasons. I think the seasons give a nice framework to mark the passing of time, and they add color to my own memories.
I want Son to grow up in a place where he has a yard to play in, where there are lots of other children, where we can take off on a weekend trip to the mountains. I want him to pick pumpkins straight from a real pumpkin patch, not a parking lot. I want him to sled down a hill and run with glee in his shorts on the first warm day after a long and cold winter.
We’ve been so close to going so many times. The MLS listing is written, the photos are taken. I’ve spent many a night browsing listings looking for the perfect new house for us.
My readers and friends must be sick of the subject, as am I. I’m tired of talking about it – I just want to DO IT.
But, like so many others, we’ve been hit by the lousy economy. Husband got a pay cut last week, and our home is worth only 60 percent of what it was worth three years ago. The job market in Atlanta is so flooded that the odds of getting a job even for local applicants is a longshot, and if I were a hiring manager I’d toss any out-of-town applicants directly into the circular file. We just can’t risk it, at least until things turn around.
The good news is that you’ll not have to hear me talk about it, at least for this year. The bad news is that we’ve decided that our best move is no move at all.
It’s not about risk-taking. It’s about not making a bad decisions because we don’t want to let go of our dream.
On the other hand, Husband still has a job. We’re living in a home we could afford even if Husband had to work at McDonald’s. We have no debt other than the mortgage. We have a healthy savings account. We have lots of family and friends here, and it’s been a nice, chilly-for-Florida winter.
So, I’ll make our too-small house work. I’ll find a school for Son. I’ll continue to scavenge clearance racks to find things to re-sell. I’ll continue my de-cluttering battle, and hopefully gain some ground. We’ll go to the beach.
I’ll count my blessings that we still have a home, that Husband is still working, that we can put food on the table. I’ll pray for those who aren’t as lucky.
But I’ve not really let go of the dream. We’re just delayed. I can live with that.
I’m going to make the most of today. But I’m still going to think about that house.