In motion

My parents are selling their house.  It is time for them to scale back, to look ahead towards retirement and less maintenance, and no mortgage.  I am a hundred percent behind them selling their house, but it is still a big change.  I moved into that house at the beginning of 8th grade, and it is full of wonderful memories of the crazy, busy teenage years.  It’s also full of happy memories of my babies, then toddlers, then young kiddos, and now young teens, rambling around the yard, running up and down the hall, and making memories of their own.

I’m not in a position to buy that house, and truly, although I love it, it isn’t the right space for my own family.  I know that.  But I still wake up at night occasionally, playing the “what if” game, wondering about what comes next for my parents.

In the meantime, we’ve got some structural stuff going on with our foundation, and although I’d love to pretend that everything is probably fine, all signs are pointing to the kids getting a level house for Christmas this year.  Thanks, Santa!  We’re really the worst homeowners ever, and we’ve put off home projects to the point that we’re now going to be doing some significant spending to fix all the things we should have been taking care of all along.

I never meant to be in this house after 13 years, but here we are.  As much as I’d love to move to a new house in the next calendar year, I’m also resigned to the fact that we might be stuck here.  Our mortgage is cheap, and we’re half-way to this house being paid for.  And I’ve got three kids headed to college in a few short years, and learning to drive and all those other expensive milestones, and I just can’t get excited about putting all of our financial eggs in a basket the size of a house.

The biggest issue, honestly, is that I just mentally shut down when I contemplate what would need to happen for us to get this house on the market and for us to buy a new house.  I’m already so tired and stressed with the pace of work and life, I just can’t imagine trying to pull off a move.  I’ll feel better once we get the work we need to do on this house underway, and I know what that financial reality is going to be.  My husband likes to look at real estate listings, and talk about moving, and I immediately get panicked and start shutting down.  I seriously don’t know what my problem is.

Anyway, changes ahead.

Comments

  1. If you HAD to move, you’d get it done, but yeah, choosing that right now? No.

  2. Bridget from Cali says:

    I feel your pain. The prospect of moving was always so exciting when I was younger (and had accumulated less stuff). The older I get, the less enthusiastic I am about the prospect. I recently moved back to my family home to help my elderly father cope with long-term illness. I was in process of merging a life-time collection of our household goods together when he passed away. My mom (who died over 13 years ago) and dad had a passion for the Far East, and we are faced with having to down-size a vast decor collection (vases, figurines, art, plates, dolls, and much more). Let’s not forget a sizable cache of Avon products from my fraternal grandma (who garnered heaps of award keepsakes for selling it back in the ’70s) or a broad spectrum of mid-century mod items. I don’t even have all of my own boxes unpacked. Down-sizing is going to be an even greater challenge than I imagined. I will never be a minimalist (and admittedly have far too much attachment to things), but I don’t wish to be a hoarder eiher. The bottom line is I hope to find a good home for majority of stuff we won’t keep. At the very least, I would like to honor their legacy in that manner.

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