I’ve been keeping a major secret for many months now…We’re moving!
I know what you’re thinking: What the heck is she thinking moving during her final weeks of pregnancy?
I don’t have a great answer besides the fact this process has taken way longer than we anticipated thanks to the crazy real estate market here in Michigan. Whomever said it’s a buyer’s market is totally lying. Unless you’re ready to put up your dukes and bring a ton of cash to the table, don’t count on it being easy.
Fate played a role and we got lucky and found the perfect house for us and for less of a mortgage than our current home. Yet, I’m so emotionally torn about moving. First, we’re moving to my hometown. Not exactly what you envision when you’re 17 and hating where you live. But, after much consideration, it’s the perfect spot for us — closer to all of our family, has the lakes and nature we crave and has a sense of community — something I haven’t really felt in our current city.
Photo on the left: Our current home’s view from the backyard = nice, but not ideal. Photo on the right: Although we’re still close to our neighbors, at least we’ll have a fabulous deck – aka my favorite part of our new house – overlooking woods, a pond and a bonfire pit…oh, and a sweet play set for kiddos!
We’re leaving many of our best friends behind, so that’s going to be the hardest part. But, we’re joining the ranks of old friends too, and have hopes of rekindling relationships we’ve had to, in part, forgo due to distance.
What does this mean for my “neighborhood” I claim is in the Detroit area? Nothing. In fact, I see the move as an opportunity. Not only am I still in the Detroit suburbs (anything within an hour’s drive, right?!), but I’ll also be “reporting” more from two other fab Michigan cities I will be very close to – Ann Arbor and Lansing. These are two of my favorite cities in my state, and I look forward to exploring them more and posting about my adventures.
I don’t even blink anymore thinking about how I’ve given up on my dreams of ever moving to a loft in downtown Detroit for true city living. The only thing that matters for the next 18+ years is the well-being of my kids. Right now that means being closer to family — the people who I know will get the most pleasure out of watching them grow — and I couldn’t be more excited for them to share in our joy more often.
Who wouldn’t want to hang with these munchkins more?
Have you ever felt bittersweet about moving?