So we are no longer part of the landed gentry. … well at least not for the next few weeks.
In the summer of 2008, Masa and I bought a sweet little house. We brought our babies home there, and watched them grow into toddlers (one of whom doesn’t yet toddle.) We dreamed up many projects, some of which were executed, and some that never were.
Nearly five years have passed since we first set foot on land we own. And now? someone else owns it. We closed escrow on our sale last week. We’re leasing it back from the buyer for a few months till the house that we’re buying is ready for us, and I’ll tell you one thing: that’s a weird feeling. IT’s still MY house… but then again, it’s not.
But, theoretically, if all goes well, sometime in May or early June we’ll be picking up and moving our little homestead about 2 miles east to a bigger and better fit, complete with good schools and a Target mere steps away. I’m excited and scared and nervous and anxious to get it all going and begin this new chapter.
Mostly, though, I think I’m hopeful. I’m hopeful that we landed in the right spot for our boys to flourish. Our first little house is the first place they’ve lived, but this new one is going to be the home they remember. I’m really excited about that.
Hopefully once things are rolling along a little further, I’ll share some photos with you and some ideas for what we’ll do to really make it ours. Until then I’m pretty much drowning in loan documents and escrow paperwork.