My family has been looking for a new house on and off for 3 years. Right now we live about an hour away from everywhere of importance - work, church, grocery shopping, and any place of entertainment. At the time we bought the house we live in now, my dad had a job 30 minutes closer, church was 30 minutes closer, etc. But now Dad has to drive an hour one way for the job he has now; same thing for church, same thing for everything, so it just makes sense to move closer to civilization.
Eleven years ago, when we were moving from Georgia to Arkansas, looking for houses was fun for 8 year old me. The thought of having a brand new house was exciting! And if I was lucky, sometimes the homeowners would have a swingset in their backyard that Samuel and I could play on while Mom and Dad looked at the actual house. I remember one house we looked at had a foosball table. I still like foosball tables just for that reason!
And riding with the 70 year old real estate agent was fun too. I happened to be in the backseat one day when she (accidentally) rear-ended another agent's BRAND NEW white suv! She was quite the driver, that's for sure.
But now I'm eleven years older, and house hunting is no fun! What changed, you ask? Now I'm old enough to have an opinion. My parents WANT to hear my opinion - what bedroom I would like, do I like the location of the house, do I think it's big enough, etc, etc. Honestly, I wouldn't mind just playing on the swingset while Mom and Dad choose the house! I can almost guarantee I'll like what they choose anyway.
And eleven years ago, I wasn't old enough to do a lot of packing/ boxing up stuff. I did carry some boxes in to our current house, but Mom wasn't going to trust me with the fine china, that's for sure. Eleven years ago, poor Mom and Dad had to pack up just about everything and move it 500 miles up the road, while Samuel and I stayed at our grandparents' house for the week and had a blast. I didn't think about all the work my parents were having to do; I was having a great time!
But now I'm eleven years older, and Samuel and I won't get to stay with my grandparents while Mom and Dad move. We get to help with the joys of moving - getting rid of junk, arguing what junk just has to be thrown away and what junk can go to the new house, cramming things into boxes - you know, the good stuff.
Yes, I will be glad when we find a new house. Once we get settled, and get to enjoy our shorter commutes, it will be awesome. But actually looking for a new home and transporting all our stuff from our old house to the new? Well, it just isn't the fun it used to be☺
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