I HATE moving. HATE it. Starting with my first move at 2 1/2 years old which precipitated a months-long stutter. I enjoyed many unique childhood experiences as a military brat, for which I am grateful, but I was nonetheless thrilled when my dad retired to my native Colorado and we stayed put from the 5th grade on. I vowed I would never marry a military man (sucess!) I did not follow the Reid girls’ tradition of dating Air Force Cadets, opting instead to date lowly high schoolers my own age (causing maternal eye-rolling and my mother’s reminders that she only dated cadets from age 16 on).
But when I became pregnant with twins, I realized our 3 bedroom 1400 square foot home was about to get real cozy. I contemplated finishing the basement and making the big boys live in tents in the yard. Eric developed a habit of stalking zillow.com and dreaming of bigger and better.
“Seriously, hon, we’re outgrowing this house,” he said, enthusiastically virtual-touring me through his latest dream house. “We’re going to have to move eventually.”
“Fine,” I said, “I’ll look at houses. But I am NOT MOVING unless we find something perfect that we love.”
We casually checked out a few homes, but didn’t see anything we really liked. The boys continued to grow, our house continued to shrink, and after returning from Florida in early June, a particular house Eric had been watching on the rental marked popped up for sale.
“We have to check this one out!” He said.
We played it cool during the showing, but when we got back in the van, I looked at Eric.
“So.,.I kinda sorta loved it,” I said.
“I kinda sorta loved it, too.” He said.
“Should we do this?”
“Let’s do it!”
We made an offer that day. Now, almost 2 months later, after much negotiating (thanks to my tiger mom), financial juggling, many shed tears, sleepless nights, and packed boxes, WE’RE HERE!
And we don’t kinda sorta love it. We REALLY REALLY love it. Because it’s a 4 bedroom, 3 car garage, 3900 square foot stuccoed ranch at the back of a cul-de-sac in a quiet neighborhood within walking distance from Eric and Stephen’s respective schools, 5 houses away from our babysitter,
with an amazing yard
and did I mention the huge master suite
and covered back patio with fans??
So darn him, Eric found the perfect house and made me move. Now I’m glad he did. But barring any crazy unforeseen circumstances, it will not be happening again! If you’re ever in the neighborhood, come check it out, and you can even stay with us–we have room for company now!