Thursday, May 2, 2013

Moving along

We moved.

Well, sort of.

We sold our house in late February, and rather quickly. As in "first day people could get inside and see the house" quickly. While it had us in a bit of a panic, we are now counting our lucky stars that our beloved Botanical digs didn't languish on the market. And that our home was bought by someone who will hopefully love it as much as we did.

The only bad part is that we have not found a new house, so we are—wait for it— living with my parents in Highland, IL. Thankfully, they have the space and patience for dealing with us.

So, the reason for the radio silence of late is that we spent the last few weeks purging, packing and planning. The moving company took all of our belongings to storage last Wednesday, and we closed on Friday. And now we wait, pouncing on every listing and email our agent sends us. I have also taken to obsessively searching Zillow, and sending emails to anyone I know in the area who might know of a house getting ready to go on the market. I am likely mere weeks away from dropping notes in mailboxes. The housing inventory is slim, at best. Now I know why our house went so fast.

And our house. I miss it. Really miss it. But mostly I miss Regina, the rest of our neighbors and St. Margaret's. This was not an easy decision for us, and one we had been toying with off and on for years. So when we finally pulled the trigger and listed our house, it sent us both spinning when we realized we would have less than two months at the first home Chip bought, the first place we lived together, and the only home Buddy, Mary Clare and Charlie have ever known.

And now I am bawling. Again.

As we left the house together for the last time last Wednesday, I hugged Chip, and with tears streaming down my face, said, "Honestly, the way I am carrying on, you would think this wasn't our decision and we were being forced out of our home at gunpoint."

Never one to encourage my melodrama, he loudly replied, "Don't worry, babe. The bank will take good care of our house."

9 comments:

  1. I was wondering if you were getting emotional about this! Heck, I was getting emotional for you. I almost mentioned something when I thought the night either before or after our MoBOT excursion was their last night in the house, but thought better of it since I didn't think I could get it out without choking up. It was a great house, but now you get to find the one they grow up in, and that will be even greater.

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    1. It was a good thing you didn't say anything. Unless, of course, you wanted to see me cry.

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  2. Sending one big virtual hug your way. Because you know if you're crying that I sure as heck am too after reading this. You will find a fantastic house that brings just as many memories!
    Sue

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    1. As always, Sue, I am here to make you cry. I refuse to go it alone.

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  3. I'm crying with you! Just going threw it a few months ago, I can relate. We only moved one block east and I carried on like we were leaving the country! It was our first house, brought the girls home there, so many memories and I'm crying again.....
    I'm very excited for your next address and the new memories you and your lovies will make. Now come on over and have a drink on our patio with us,temporary neighbor!
    Jeana

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    1. Okay, this makes me feel better. Since you really did only move one block. But I think driving by the house every day would be even harder! Fear not, we will be over soon enough. Invited or not.

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  4. Will the blog header temporarily change to "Team Highlamptons"?

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    1. That does have a nice ring to it. But, no. TB forever. I'll just have to really get into gardening or something.

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