Moving on. Again.
Some posts are longer than others. This is one of those posts. The short story is that we're moving. Here's the long story:
A year and a half ago when we moved from the Cozy Brick House- The Yellow House was for lease, not for sale. It was in the area we wanted to live and was just about the most charming house ever so we hopped on it with the option to purchase when our lease was up. And that's exactly what we planned to do. Over the last year and a half we've met with contractors to discuss ways to renovate when it was officially ours, we've painted some rooms and had no intention of ever moving again. That is until Ryan's parents announced they were moving. We've been so lucky to be just a few houses away from them while living in The Yellow House. We walk there on nearly a daily basis to swim, borrow sugar, or just say hello. When they asked if we would like to buy their home instead of The Yellow House it was an easy decision. Buying Ryan's childhood home just makes sense. There are more bedrooms (The Yellow House has 3 so things were getting tight in the boys' room), a full basement and a swimming pool (!!!) But really, more than any of that, the idea that our children will be growing up in the home their grandparents built and Ryan grew up is really sweet and appeals to my sentimental heart. It would be too strange to see another family moving in.
So...in just a couple of weeks we'll be moving again. But this time it's for good. In fact, I've told Ryan that since the move is literally just three houses away I will not be packing a single box. I will make a million trips between houses with things loaded up in laundry baskets but I don't care one bit. Packing boxes is the worst and I swore the last time I did it I would never do it again.