Our New Home
We are now the proud owners of a new home. Darling Husband called me to tell me that he signed his name (a million times), signed my name (a million times) and then had to sign his name again every time he signed mine and state the fact that he had power of attorney. He also initialled (here and there and everywhere), initialled my initials (here there and everywhere), and then initialled his initials by my initials (here there and everywhere) to show that he had power of attorney. The poor man now has a very sore arm, wrist and hand.
Darling Husband kept calling it "My House" as in mine, not his. I told him it was our house. He replied that it was our house and he liked our house but he bought it for me because I loved the house and I am the one who is in it all day. Isn't he absolutely sweet?
Please pray for us to sell this house we are currently living in. No one has come to tour it yet. I am trying to have faith.
Showing posts with label Adventures in Moving. Show all posts
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Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
Home and Faith
We found a house we like in Idaho. It is perfect in every way for our needs. And the way it fell into our laps is a bit of a miracle.
DH and I had toured a different house with the same floor plan in this neighborhood. We loved the rooms, the kitchen, the layout, the neighborhood. The elementary school is within easy walking distance. There is is a neighborhood pool and more than one neighborhood park. We didn't like the paint colors but that can be changed with some effort. But buying the house would mean no money for other things like sports, vacations, and fun times. We decided to pass.
We had narrowed down the choices to two and took the kids to Idaho to make our decision and put down an offer. Our Realtors greeted us with some news: there was another house on the market we just had to see. It was in the neighborhood and the floor plan we liked. It was also the model home which meant it had every single upgrade the builder could fit into it. Most important of all, for the next 24 hours the price had been lowered $65,000 for a quick sale. It was within our price range.
We toured the house. Actually we tore through the house. The kids ran around already picking rooms and planning out their lives. They begged us to buy the house. Everything is finished including landscaping and fencing. The only honey-do for DH would be food storage shelves in the garage along side what organization he needs to put up for his tools. We put an offer down, not expecting for it to be accepted. We were a little anxious about it since the offer would not be contingent on us selling our house first.
We were almost home when we got the news that our offer was accepted. This whole experience feels right but we are struggling with our faith because we still need to sell this house. Our realtor calls it thinking positive thoughts. We call it faith and hope and pray this turns out well. Please pray for us that our house will sell quickly at a fair price.
Oh, and if you are ever in our new neighborhood, our house includes a guest bedroom.
We found a house we like in Idaho. It is perfect in every way for our needs. And the way it fell into our laps is a bit of a miracle.
DH and I had toured a different house with the same floor plan in this neighborhood. We loved the rooms, the kitchen, the layout, the neighborhood. The elementary school is within easy walking distance. There is is a neighborhood pool and more than one neighborhood park. We didn't like the paint colors but that can be changed with some effort. But buying the house would mean no money for other things like sports, vacations, and fun times. We decided to pass.
We had narrowed down the choices to two and took the kids to Idaho to make our decision and put down an offer. Our Realtors greeted us with some news: there was another house on the market we just had to see. It was in the neighborhood and the floor plan we liked. It was also the model home which meant it had every single upgrade the builder could fit into it. Most important of all, for the next 24 hours the price had been lowered $65,000 for a quick sale. It was within our price range.
We toured the house. Actually we tore through the house. The kids ran around already picking rooms and planning out their lives. They begged us to buy the house. Everything is finished including landscaping and fencing. The only honey-do for DH would be food storage shelves in the garage along side what organization he needs to put up for his tools. We put an offer down, not expecting for it to be accepted. We were a little anxious about it since the offer would not be contingent on us selling our house first.
We were almost home when we got the news that our offer was accepted. This whole experience feels right but we are struggling with our faith because we still need to sell this house. Our realtor calls it thinking positive thoughts. We call it faith and hope and pray this turns out well. Please pray for us that our house will sell quickly at a fair price.
Oh, and if you are ever in our new neighborhood, our house includes a guest bedroom.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
For Sale: Home
Our house is officially on the market this morning. I have to clean up the breakfast dishes and then run through the house picking up random things that somehow found themselves on the floor in the middle of the night. My kids claim that they didn't put them there.
I spend yesterday afternoon with a paintbrush in my hand meticulously going over all of DD's Picasso Moments. It took two coats of paint in one instance but it looks much better. I also painted over the footprints (yes, footprints ) on the walls. Again, my kids claim that they didn't put them there.
While I scrubbed the kitchen floor on my hands and knees, DH rallied the troops with bedroom and bathroom cleaning. Yet another box went out to the garage, destined for DI. While checking under the beds he found odds and ends of food and wrappers from various treats. Of course, my kids claim that they didn't put them there.
We must be a real life Family Circle. Just like the comic family, Not Me (an invisible entity) lives at our house. Not Me leaves toys on the floor, footprints on the walls, and candy wrappers under the beds. I wonder if Not Me is also responsible for spilled cereal in the pantry, socks stuffed between couch cushions (because Not Me doesn't like to fold them), and sports equipment dumped in the middle of the driveway?
Our house is officially on the market this morning. I have to clean up the breakfast dishes and then run through the house picking up random things that somehow found themselves on the floor in the middle of the night. My kids claim that they didn't put them there.
I spend yesterday afternoon with a paintbrush in my hand meticulously going over all of DD's Picasso Moments. It took two coats of paint in one instance but it looks much better. I also painted over the footprints (yes, footprints ) on the walls. Again, my kids claim that they didn't put them there.
While I scrubbed the kitchen floor on my hands and knees, DH rallied the troops with bedroom and bathroom cleaning. Yet another box went out to the garage, destined for DI. While checking under the beds he found odds and ends of food and wrappers from various treats. Of course, my kids claim that they didn't put them there.
We must be a real life Family Circle. Just like the comic family, Not Me (an invisible entity) lives at our house. Not Me leaves toys on the floor, footprints on the walls, and candy wrappers under the beds. I wonder if Not Me is also responsible for spilled cereal in the pantry, socks stuffed between couch cushions (because Not Me doesn't like to fold them), and sports equipment dumped in the middle of the driveway?
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Decisions, decisions......
We have narrowed down the house hunt to two choices. Do we pick the house we really like in the nice-but-not-favorite neighborhood with the big and fully fenced back yard? Or do we pick the house that is okay in the neighborhood we really like because we can finish the basement and sell it to build the house we really want later - that is if the real estate market cooperates which right now it doesn't look like it will. If the market cooperates we could stand to gain ALOT of equity in this house.
I don't think that the decision is important to our salvation. But it would be nice to have some heavenly direction. We will be fasting and praying about the decision in early April. We would be grateful for all prayers, vibes, and good thoughts sent in our behalf.
It looks like we will try to put up our house on the market in early April. I am decluttering and getting ready to paint over all of DD's Picasso moments (which happened the first month we moved in). I am tempted to limit the kids to one school outfit each (and pack the rest), one toy each (and pack the rest), and make them live in the back yard just so I can keep the house clean for potential buyers.
Now for the last decision: it has been recommended by DD's preschool teachers and therapist that we get a dog. Apparently a dog will keep DD from wandering away from home and can be trained to keep her safe. Makes me think of the dog Nana from Peter Pan. The dog will have to wait until we move. The kids are very excited about the whole idea as they have been begging for a dog for years.
I doubt the kids will let me name the dog Nana, dress her in a little white mob cap, and teach her how to serve hot chocolate.
We have narrowed down the house hunt to two choices. Do we pick the house we really like in the nice-but-not-favorite neighborhood with the big and fully fenced back yard? Or do we pick the house that is okay in the neighborhood we really like because we can finish the basement and sell it to build the house we really want later - that is if the real estate market cooperates which right now it doesn't look like it will. If the market cooperates we could stand to gain ALOT of equity in this house.
I don't think that the decision is important to our salvation. But it would be nice to have some heavenly direction. We will be fasting and praying about the decision in early April. We would be grateful for all prayers, vibes, and good thoughts sent in our behalf.
It looks like we will try to put up our house on the market in early April. I am decluttering and getting ready to paint over all of DD's Picasso moments (which happened the first month we moved in). I am tempted to limit the kids to one school outfit each (and pack the rest), one toy each (and pack the rest), and make them live in the back yard just so I can keep the house clean for potential buyers.
Now for the last decision: it has been recommended by DD's preschool teachers and therapist that we get a dog. Apparently a dog will keep DD from wandering away from home and can be trained to keep her safe. Makes me think of the dog Nana from Peter Pan. The dog will have to wait until we move. The kids are very excited about the whole idea as they have been begging for a dog for years.
I doubt the kids will let me name the dog Nana, dress her in a little white mob cap, and teach her how to serve hot chocolate.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
We're (almost) Off On Another Great Adventure!
Just before Christmas we were given a surprise: DH was offered a management position within the company. It is a fabulous opportunity for him. But, it would require a move............. to Another City In Another State.
When DH first told me of the offer I was adamantly against it. I made my reasons known. Then, when the feeling of "Bad Unsupportive Wife" guilt arose, I told him that I would try to keep an open mind. He thought that was fair as he wanted to check things out before making a decision. For two weeks I was in a funk. Finally one night I poured my heart out in prayer and listed to Heavenly Father all of my reasons why I did not want to move:
1. We just moved here. We wouldn't be in the house for one year before moving again.
2. Moving would be hard on the kids. There would be no cousins close by and they would have to make friends all over again.
3. I don't want to leave our family and friends.
4. I was just starting to reapply to the university to go back to school. What about me?
(More feelings of "Bad Unsupportive Wife" surfaced so I ended my prayer and went to bed feeling very depressed).
I woke up the next morning with the thought: "Hey this is a great opportunity for DH. Let's do it!" My mental rah-rah cheerleaders were shaking pompoms and turning backflips. I don't know what happened in my sleep. I don't remember any visions. I'm not sure if I was given subconcious counsel. (if I was I would say that it is very unfair that I can't remember.) I called DH at work and told him my thoughts, he was rather surprised at my 180 degree turn.
DH announced the idea to our families. Instead of negative feedback (which we expected), everyone was supportive. They were actually excited for us and said they would come visit.
DH's company flew us to The Other City In Another State at their expense. We met a pair of realtors that we feel very comfortable with. My dear sis has a dentist recommendation for us. My uncle and aunt who live there will be our family support and have made us feel loved and welcomed. No need to hunt for a new bank as Dear Uncle works for one. No worries about finding a pediatric cardiologist as Dear Auntie works for one. It shouldn't be too hard to find a pediatrician and other things we will need. We found two neighborhoods we liked. The local university has the programs I want so it looks like I will be going back to school. (DH actually asked me to check into that before we left as he is as excited as I am about that idea.) This whole moving adventure is looking better and better.
During Family Night we held a council with the kids and told them they could say anything they wanted about the idea of moving. DH explained the opportunity to them. I showed them the neighborhoods, houses, and cool-things-to-do-in-The-Other-City on the internet. When they each took their turn there was not one negative thing said. The three boys were for the move. DD, being to young, just enjoyed the treats after the council.
The last hurdle was talking to DH's boss about the criteria. DH made a list of things that would have to happen and spoke to Boss last Monday. It turns out that Boss had the same criteria. He is now in the middle of writing things up to make it official.
Looks like this summer we are off for another Great Adventure.
Just before Christmas we were given a surprise: DH was offered a management position within the company. It is a fabulous opportunity for him. But, it would require a move............. to Another City In Another State.
When DH first told me of the offer I was adamantly against it. I made my reasons known. Then, when the feeling of "Bad Unsupportive Wife" guilt arose, I told him that I would try to keep an open mind. He thought that was fair as he wanted to check things out before making a decision. For two weeks I was in a funk. Finally one night I poured my heart out in prayer and listed to Heavenly Father all of my reasons why I did not want to move:
1. We just moved here. We wouldn't be in the house for one year before moving again.
2. Moving would be hard on the kids. There would be no cousins close by and they would have to make friends all over again.
3. I don't want to leave our family and friends.
4. I was just starting to reapply to the university to go back to school. What about me?
(More feelings of "Bad Unsupportive Wife" surfaced so I ended my prayer and went to bed feeling very depressed).
I woke up the next morning with the thought: "Hey this is a great opportunity for DH. Let's do it!" My mental rah-rah cheerleaders were shaking pompoms and turning backflips. I don't know what happened in my sleep. I don't remember any visions. I'm not sure if I was given subconcious counsel. (if I was I would say that it is very unfair that I can't remember.) I called DH at work and told him my thoughts, he was rather surprised at my 180 degree turn.
DH announced the idea to our families. Instead of negative feedback (which we expected), everyone was supportive. They were actually excited for us and said they would come visit.
DH's company flew us to The Other City In Another State at their expense. We met a pair of realtors that we feel very comfortable with. My dear sis has a dentist recommendation for us. My uncle and aunt who live there will be our family support and have made us feel loved and welcomed. No need to hunt for a new bank as Dear Uncle works for one. No worries about finding a pediatric cardiologist as Dear Auntie works for one. It shouldn't be too hard to find a pediatrician and other things we will need. We found two neighborhoods we liked. The local university has the programs I want so it looks like I will be going back to school. (DH actually asked me to check into that before we left as he is as excited as I am about that idea.) This whole moving adventure is looking better and better.
During Family Night we held a council with the kids and told them they could say anything they wanted about the idea of moving. DH explained the opportunity to them. I showed them the neighborhoods, houses, and cool-things-to-do-in-The-Other-City on the internet. When they each took their turn there was not one negative thing said. The three boys were for the move. DD, being to young, just enjoyed the treats after the council.
The last hurdle was talking to DH's boss about the criteria. DH made a list of things that would have to happen and spoke to Boss last Monday. It turns out that Boss had the same criteria. He is now in the middle of writing things up to make it official.
Looks like this summer we are off for another Great Adventure.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
When It Rains It Pours
My daughter got her cast taken off today. She was so brave. No crying but she did keep her hands over her ears and repeatedly chastised Mr. Saw Man for operating his saw too loud. When she saw the skin on her newly bare leg, she thought it was "Yuck". Her skin is shedding after being covered for so long. My daughter does not like the feel of it.
We started the day at the fracture clinic of PCMC. We finished the day at our pediatricians office. DS#3 did not touch his pizza at dinner. DS#1 brought him to me and told me to look at his tongue. There were nasty canker sores all over it. Off we go to the ped. dr. office where DS#3 is diagnosed with Hand Foot And Mouth disease. What on earth is that? It sounds like something horses get. Apparently it is a virus that will last 3-5 days, is very contaigous, and affects kids under the age of 7. Once they have had it they will not get it again. The dr. also found an ear infection which DS#3 never complained of. This kid must have a high pain tolerance.
No sooner did we finish one medical dilemma (and resulting very big bill) that we found ourselves into another medical dilemma (and resulting semi-big bill). And the first day of kindergarten is a week away. I really wish we weren't on a first name basis with our pediatrician, orthopedist, cardiologist, pharmacist and ER. I like to fool myself by saying it is because my kids are just so darn cute. No, it really is because my kids are just so darn prone injury or illness. With 4 kids it seems like we are always dealing with someone's medical bills.
Here is hoping for a healthy school year. Please?
My daughter got her cast taken off today. She was so brave. No crying but she did keep her hands over her ears and repeatedly chastised Mr. Saw Man for operating his saw too loud. When she saw the skin on her newly bare leg, she thought it was "Yuck". Her skin is shedding after being covered for so long. My daughter does not like the feel of it.
We started the day at the fracture clinic of PCMC. We finished the day at our pediatricians office. DS#3 did not touch his pizza at dinner. DS#1 brought him to me and told me to look at his tongue. There were nasty canker sores all over it. Off we go to the ped. dr. office where DS#3 is diagnosed with Hand Foot And Mouth disease. What on earth is that? It sounds like something horses get. Apparently it is a virus that will last 3-5 days, is very contaigous, and affects kids under the age of 7. Once they have had it they will not get it again. The dr. also found an ear infection which DS#3 never complained of. This kid must have a high pain tolerance.
No sooner did we finish one medical dilemma (and resulting very big bill) that we found ourselves into another medical dilemma (and resulting semi-big bill). And the first day of kindergarten is a week away. I really wish we weren't on a first name basis with our pediatrician, orthopedist, cardiologist, pharmacist and ER. I like to fool myself by saying it is because my kids are just so darn cute. No, it really is because my kids are just so darn prone injury or illness. With 4 kids it seems like we are always dealing with someone's medical bills.
Here is hoping for a healthy school year. Please?
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Bless This Home......
We've dealt with my daughter's broken leg (tramp slip, we got the lecture from our ped.dr, and the cast is purple), moving to a new house ("Mom I can't find ____insert anything here___), four new school registrations (and the headache of finding birth certs and immunization records in moving boxes), the changing of the utilities (not to be confused with The Changing Of The Guard but with nearly the same pomp and circumstance), the lost mailbox (honestly,we couldn't find it and the post office could not remember where they put it), receiving mail for 5 different adults whom I do not know (how many people lived in this house before we bought it? It had to have been all at the same time), and The Mosquitos (yes, its supposed to sound like a horror flick. The stories the locals tell....).
Now if all of that sounded negative, it wasn't meant to seem so. It was stressful, irritating, and, in the case of the mosiquitos, rather freaky. My sister and her husband came to see the house. We got to talking and the time passed so quickly that it was 10:00 when they left. Someone had left the porch light on and when they opened the front door to leave..............
THE MOSQUITOS!!!!! (can you just hear the scary soundtrack?) There was a huge cloud. We slammed the door and DH ran for the bug spray. My sis and her DH left in a cloud of noxious fumes. The next morning I could actually sweep all of the bugs of the porch. I hear the city has started spraying every two weeks......
There are so many things I love about this community. Our ward is very friendly. Today DH found out that one of his old mission zone leaders is in our ward. There are so many new people that there is a "New Member Orientation" every week to help them out. Everyone is outgoing and trying to learn all of the names. Our records were read in our ward today. The counselor in our bishopric introduced me as Karen (um, no) and misprounounced our last name. I think we will be correcting people for quite a while.
I love the views. The area behind our back yard is green space. That view will stay intact. I love watching storms come over the mountains from my bedroom window. My kids love watching the storms from my bedroom window. As soon as lightning is seen, a shout goes up and everybody runs into my room and jumps on my bed. I then ceremoniously open the blinds to start the show. Oohs and Ahhs abound.
This community has so much to offer. This week school starts. I'm signing the boys up for fall sports. A local grain mill is holding a free pancake breakfast and tour of their factory (I am surprised the kids want to see it). We'll start attending story time at the library. We've discovered the local farmer's market. DH and I are enjoying the nearby attractions for date night. Life is starting to get back to normal. Thank goodness for routines.
My daughter gets her purple cast off this week. She can hardly wait to start dancing again. Instead of driving 30 minutes to get to her dance studio, I can now drive there in 10. A bonus indeed.
Tonight, after family scripture study, my DH gave a school blessing to each of our children. I even had a blessing (my kids insisted it was only fair that I get one, too. They are so afraid I will miss them while they are all at school.) Then we knelt together while my husband blessed our house. It is now official. This is the place we call Home.
We've dealt with my daughter's broken leg (tramp slip, we got the lecture from our ped.dr, and the cast is purple), moving to a new house ("Mom I can't find ____insert anything here___), four new school registrations (and the headache of finding birth certs and immunization records in moving boxes), the changing of the utilities (not to be confused with The Changing Of The Guard but with nearly the same pomp and circumstance), the lost mailbox (honestly,we couldn't find it and the post office could not remember where they put it), receiving mail for 5 different adults whom I do not know (how many people lived in this house before we bought it? It had to have been all at the same time), and The Mosquitos (yes, its supposed to sound like a horror flick. The stories the locals tell....).
Now if all of that sounded negative, it wasn't meant to seem so. It was stressful, irritating, and, in the case of the mosiquitos, rather freaky. My sister and her husband came to see the house. We got to talking and the time passed so quickly that it was 10:00 when they left. Someone had left the porch light on and when they opened the front door to leave..............
THE MOSQUITOS!!!!! (can you just hear the scary soundtrack?) There was a huge cloud. We slammed the door and DH ran for the bug spray. My sis and her DH left in a cloud of noxious fumes. The next morning I could actually sweep all of the bugs of the porch. I hear the city has started spraying every two weeks......
There are so many things I love about this community. Our ward is very friendly. Today DH found out that one of his old mission zone leaders is in our ward. There are so many new people that there is a "New Member Orientation" every week to help them out. Everyone is outgoing and trying to learn all of the names. Our records were read in our ward today. The counselor in our bishopric introduced me as Karen (um, no) and misprounounced our last name. I think we will be correcting people for quite a while.
I love the views. The area behind our back yard is green space. That view will stay intact. I love watching storms come over the mountains from my bedroom window. My kids love watching the storms from my bedroom window. As soon as lightning is seen, a shout goes up and everybody runs into my room and jumps on my bed. I then ceremoniously open the blinds to start the show. Oohs and Ahhs abound.
This community has so much to offer. This week school starts. I'm signing the boys up for fall sports. A local grain mill is holding a free pancake breakfast and tour of their factory (I am surprised the kids want to see it). We'll start attending story time at the library. We've discovered the local farmer's market. DH and I are enjoying the nearby attractions for date night. Life is starting to get back to normal. Thank goodness for routines.
My daughter gets her purple cast off this week. She can hardly wait to start dancing again. Instead of driving 30 minutes to get to her dance studio, I can now drive there in 10. A bonus indeed.
Tonight, after family scripture study, my DH gave a school blessing to each of our children. I even had a blessing (my kids insisted it was only fair that I get one, too. They are so afraid I will miss them while they are all at school.) Then we knelt together while my husband blessed our house. It is now official. This is the place we call Home.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Parting is such sweet sorrow...
We finished the new carpet and all the painting upstairs. We finished the cherry flooring downstairs. Then we went to look at a house.....
This house was supposed to be for my husband's "flip" business. It is a new house, two months old. Everything is done but the landscaping. The house also has a lot of equity in it that for some reason the sellers weren't interested in recouping in the sale price.
DH and I walked in. We knew this was where we were supposed to be. After praying for years and asking God to show us His plan for us, He shows us when we weren't expecting it. Next thing we know, we're moving in two weeks.
I thought the kids would be upset but they are actually excited. DS#3 is calling this "Our Big Adventure" as if it were the title to some fantastic book. I guess I will have to scrapbook the move in a separate book so that can come true. DS#2 only cares that there are sports programs in this new town. DS#1 just wants time to make friends before the school year starts.
The Good News Is .... that some dear friends of ours moved into this area 6 years ago. Their daughter and DS#1 will go to the same school. They have horses and our kids love horses. Its a good thing.
The Good News Is ....the new house is nearly twice as big as the finished square feet of our current house. There are only 4 bedrooms but DS#2 and DS#3 will share the biggest kids bedroom. The Master bedroom is huge with it's own sitting area, double sinks in the master bath, a tub and separate shower, and a walk in closet that is bigger than our kid's current rooms. There is a common area that separates the kids rooms from ours that will be a great hangout area for the kids. The kids rooms each have a walk-in closet.
The Good News Is .... the kitchen is twice as big as the one I have now. There is a huge walk-in pantry. I will be able to put all of my kitchen things away in the kitchen!
The Good News Is ....there is a fireplace. A linen closet. A formal dining area just off the living room. So many extras that we do not have now.
The Good News Is .... that the new neighborhood is full of families with a wide range of kids. Our kids will have no problem finding new friends.
The Bad News Is.....we're leaving the house we built ourselves. The house we've lived in for 10 years. The only house my kids have ever known. The memories we have here are in the millions. My kids' birthdays and Christmases, family parties, cooking lessons, impromptu concerts, family home evening, scripture study, family prayers, late night talks. They have all been here.
The Bad News Is....we're leaving the neighbors we love. There are so many people here who are dear to us. People whom we've helped and who've helped us. We have laughed together, cried together, celebrated together, served together. People who have seen us at our best and at our worst, and have loved us .
The Bad News Is....I'm going to miss this place.
We finished the new carpet and all the painting upstairs. We finished the cherry flooring downstairs. Then we went to look at a house.....
This house was supposed to be for my husband's "flip" business. It is a new house, two months old. Everything is done but the landscaping. The house also has a lot of equity in it that for some reason the sellers weren't interested in recouping in the sale price.
DH and I walked in. We knew this was where we were supposed to be. After praying for years and asking God to show us His plan for us, He shows us when we weren't expecting it. Next thing we know, we're moving in two weeks.
I thought the kids would be upset but they are actually excited. DS#3 is calling this "Our Big Adventure" as if it were the title to some fantastic book. I guess I will have to scrapbook the move in a separate book so that can come true. DS#2 only cares that there are sports programs in this new town. DS#1 just wants time to make friends before the school year starts.
The Good News Is .... that some dear friends of ours moved into this area 6 years ago. Their daughter and DS#1 will go to the same school. They have horses and our kids love horses. Its a good thing.
The Good News Is ....the new house is nearly twice as big as the finished square feet of our current house. There are only 4 bedrooms but DS#2 and DS#3 will share the biggest kids bedroom. The Master bedroom is huge with it's own sitting area, double sinks in the master bath, a tub and separate shower, and a walk in closet that is bigger than our kid's current rooms. There is a common area that separates the kids rooms from ours that will be a great hangout area for the kids. The kids rooms each have a walk-in closet.
The Good News Is .... the kitchen is twice as big as the one I have now. There is a huge walk-in pantry. I will be able to put all of my kitchen things away in the kitchen!
The Good News Is ....there is a fireplace. A linen closet. A formal dining area just off the living room. So many extras that we do not have now.
The Good News Is .... that the new neighborhood is full of families with a wide range of kids. Our kids will have no problem finding new friends.
The Bad News Is.....we're leaving the house we built ourselves. The house we've lived in for 10 years. The only house my kids have ever known. The memories we have here are in the millions. My kids' birthdays and Christmases, family parties, cooking lessons, impromptu concerts, family home evening, scripture study, family prayers, late night talks. They have all been here.
The Bad News Is....we're leaving the neighbors we love. There are so many people here who are dear to us. People whom we've helped and who've helped us. We have laughed together, cried together, celebrated together, served together. People who have seen us at our best and at our worst, and have loved us .
The Bad News Is....I'm going to miss this place.
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