Many people – friends, family, followers – have asked why and were we are moving and I figured this was the best way to answer that question.
A little over 6 months ago, my husband, my daughter and I moved into a 700sqft condo owned by my brother-in-law and directly next door to my mother-in-law. To say things have been easy would be a boldface lie. Things have been hard, really hard. Stepping on each other’s toes, one tiny bathroom with no bathtub (just a small corner shower), no kitchen table, not being able to have our dogs with us and our closet serving many purposes – closet, laundry room, storage and office. Petty arguments, lack of privacy and plain out stress and anxiety have burdened us since May.
Why did we put ourselves in such a predicament? To be completely honest: uncertainty. We needed a placeholder. We needed to take a breather to find out where we truly want to live; where our little family wants to plant our roots. Where we want to raise our daughter and any future children we may have. We didn’t want to jump too soon into the wrong house, the wrong neighborhood, the wrong city. We wanted to find out if we wanted to live in the city or move to the country; trade in a large town for a tiny one.
Justin promised me a couple months ago, during one of my emotional breakdowns when the walls felt like they were closing in on me, that we would be out of our “tiny home” by Christmas.
I can now say, with 100% certainty, a huge smile on my face and joy in my heart, that we are moving! After many long talks, weighing pros and cons and taking a good look at our future goals, we have decided to move to a quaint, quiet, little coastal town, just 5 minutes from where I grew up. Charlee will go to the same preschool I went to, she will get to see her Papa and Gaga whenever she wants, we will have time to truly be a family with less hustle and bustle (and traffic! ?). We will have all of three grocery stores to choose from, instead of the 18+ within a 5 mile radius of our current house. We will have more time for quality time. Justin will have his office, a workshop to tinker and a yard with, literally, a white picket fence. I will renew friendships with those I’ve known since I was 5. Family will come visit for a day or a weekend and spend quality time, as opposed to a quick “Hey, I was in the area and wanted to stop by for five minutes…”. We will actually have space for people to stay and we are even planning on hosting Thanksgiving at our house next year. I will have my very own craft room/office that I can escape to during Charlee’s naps or wee hours of the morning when all is calm and quiet. I can introduce Charlee to the church I grew up attending and walk the .2 miles to get there every Sunday. We will be three houses down from a wonderfully large park and one block from the historic downtown area directly on the water. We will be able to catch amazing sunsets from the docks, smell the saltwater and eat the freshest seafood you can get.
The list honestly goes on and on; excited is an understatement and thankful doesn’t even begin to explain it. 2016 wasn’t all we had hoped for but if this is how 2017 begins, here’s to a beautiful new year!