Almost six years ago, we moved into a new place in my dream neighborhood.
In less than a month, we will be moving out and into a new place.
This house has been good to us, but this house is starting to fall apart and the landlord won’t fix a thing. For example, over two years ago, strong winds knocked a huge tree in our backyard to the ground, knocking down a huge portion of the brick retaining wall with it. To this day the wall remains broken, even though we’ve asked him on more than one occasion to please have it fixed. And that is just one thing of many things. Also? The very large backyard is a giant hassle to take care of. As much as I love this neighborhood and the World’s Best Neighbors, it’s time to move on.
We found a beautiful, yet simple home just a few miles down the road that is perfect for our family.
I’m struggling with feelings of sadness over leaving this place. We’ve made many wonderful memories here. But I believe this move is absolutely the right thing for our family. Change is good. I do look forward to making new memories with my family and our friends at the new place.
Let’s just hope that my marriage can survive The Moving Process. Because The Moving Process is an evil whore.