Ambivalence

We scheduled an appointment to look at the house at 9am - the latest we could make it and still both get to work for our respective 10am meetings. It wasn't a big house: from the street we could see how far back it reached, and it wasn't far. But it had a one-car garage, and a yard with a tree (and way too much ivy, but that's another story).

An absent-minded man named Fred showed up at 9:20, miniature very excited Doberman in tow, to show it to us. It had hardwood floors and a working fireplace. At 3 bedrooms (small) and 1200+ square feet, it was just barely big enough. It wasn't recently redone - the kitchen cabinets couldn't possibly be more 1960s - but that makes it a blank slate, ready for us to put our mark on.

We sent in our application forms & our credit reports. We explained that we want to move because of our current commutes, and to be near a downtown. We crossed our fingers.

And tomorrow morning, we have an appointment to go sign the lease papers. This is good news - it's just what we wanted! But the place we live now is the first place we lived together. It's spacious and has a two-car garage and an amazing landlord and besides, I'm sentimental about it.

And yes, that's balanced out by the traffic on highway 85, and the complete lack of anywhere to go for a walk, and the rock trucks that roll past our bedroom at 6:30 am going bang-bang-bang, and the living room being way too dark. I have no doubt that moving is the right idea.

I'm just sorry I can't shove our current living room over next to the kitchen, get rid of the rock trucks, re-route all the other commuters off 85, and carry the house magically through the air to a place with a real downtown.