While we've made the announcement to close family and friends, we've yet to let the world know that we're on the MLS again.
House number 5 is on the market and we're looking to the Minneapolis area to find number 6. Will it be our last? Lucky number 6? Seems almost to require a number 7 eh?
Although selling a house is never easy, I pretty much have it down. By now I can emotionlessly part with all things "house" and have just enough "home" to throw in the back of a truck and take along with us. Thank "St. Joseph" I've inherited the "get something – get rid of two things gene." If I had accumulated 5 houses worth of furniture and clutter I'd be in some serious trouble.
Why the move? It just seems right. Jahred was in search of a better work schedule...check, I was in search of more weekday activity options for the boys...check, Axel was in search of a Kindergarten with the right amount of diversity, culture and global awareness...check, and Oliver...he's still in search of himself (hopefully a more content version).
The pill that's hard to swallow this time is that we'll be leaving a huge yard, large house and quiet community for hustle and bustle, small house, postage-stamp lot and complete sticker-shock. While we joke about living in a trailer or a van down by the river...behind the joke is the truth. We value our time together more than being "house poor." Even after a successful meeting with a mortgage broker this morning we're still planning to spend at the bottom of our budget. Find something "liveable" where we can live, still have financial freedom and not feel the pressure of any "what if's."
We have an open house tomorrow (serving lunch for the local real estate bunch). Fingers crossed they have the perfect buyer in mind. I'll be cleaning to Pandora for the remainder of the night. If you're moving this season, feel free to commiserate. "Cleaning with Kids" – could be a horror film.
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