Change of Address

Your eyesight isn't failing you. You read correctly. It's official. We're moving on February 15th.

We have gradually outgrown our apartment. We knew even before Nate's arrival that it was only a matter of time until we would need a larger place. We hoped to save up enough to put a downpayment on a house. And while we are close to the standard 20% down on a modestly priced single family home in this area, we aren't comfortable risking our entire savings to invest in a home that may or may not pay off down the road in this questionable economy.

So, we found the next best thing. A house to rent.

It's a simple, unassuming cape cod, just one block away from my parents. Over 300 square feet more living space than our current nest. Plenty of room to accomodate Nate's overflowing fountain of toys, clothes and miscellaneous belongings. A yard for him to run and play. A community pool, playground, docks for fishing and boating, and a private beach. Space to welcome any new family members that may arrive in the distant future. The kitchen is a little small and outdated but that is hardly a dealbreaker, all things considered.

On our tour of the residence, I envisioned memories of things that have yet to occur. Nate crawling across the living room floor. Taking his first steps in the hallway. Playing ball out back with Daddy. It just felt right.

Our very own place with no shared walls or parking lot views. All for the same rent we are paying for our apartment. Not to mention this buys us a year or two so we can evaluate the market and save even more in the meantime.

While I share similar sentiments with Geohde when it comes to the acts of cleaning, packing, lifting, moving and unpacking, I am eager for a change of scenery. I am excited to be able to offer more for Nate than a narrow walkway with adjacent shoebox rooms as he becomes more nomadic.

It's not permanent but it's better. It's a step in the right direction.