I love your brain

We’ve now toured six potential rental homes, applied for two, been rejected for one, and are now waiting for news about the other. Having lived in the same house for thirty-five years (I lived here before Dan and I bought it), I’ve not played the waiting game before and it’s excruciating. You want to plan and imagine yourself in a space. You want to figure out what will go where. You want to figure out how each room will be used.

The house we are waiting on right now is twice the size of our current home – a post war 1,148 square foot house with two bedrooms and one bath – yes three of us have shared a tiny single bathroom for almost three decades. The house we hope to move into is five bedrooms and three baths -what the hell will we do with three baths!?! It’s got an open floor plan with a beautiful kitchen and pantry and a proper dining room and five bedrooms. It would allow us to set up a proper office for Dan who has worked exclusively from home since Covid, designate a gym space, have a dedicated guest room and bathroom for anyone who wants to come visit, or an aging parent in need. It also has a pool, a pretty view and there are great hiking trails just up the hill. Plus, we have good friends in the area and it’s closer to a lot of Cole’s activities. So we wait, as patiently as we possibly can…

Everything about this experience of contemplating moving house, selling our current home, and searching for the right house has been kind of fun. There’s of course stress mixed in because moving is one of the most stressful transitions in life, along with divorce, death of a loved one, job loss and long-term illness. I’d argue that at least with moving and eventually divorce, there exist great upsides too.

I’ve stressed to both Dan and Cole that I hope to live differently in the new space. I want us all to find new ways to use the space and surroundings to inspire us to find new habits and routines. I can’t say what the specific changes will be but I feel determined not to fall back on current habits. I know I need to be more active and exploring my new neighborhood (on foot) will be a great way to get moving more, perhaps with Jude the Cavapoo in tow. I would very much like to encourage Cole to join us in the family living space – for years he’s had no interest in being anywhere but in his bedroom, watching YouTube, without us around. I’m hoping we can break this cycle and introduce movies nights or little kitchen dance parties to get him back into wanting to hang out with us a little more. Fingers crossed…

I love that we can have houseguest, who can finally feel like they have a little privacy in our space. Our guest room currently is the den, Dan’s office, and the guest space. There are no doors on the room, so we hang curtains in the doorways for privacy and we all share the tiny single bathroom. It’s never been ideal but it’s the best we had. It will feel so wonderful to welcome friends or family to stay with us in a house that has actual space and room for guests.

I can dream all day if I want to but for now it’s just waiting and as we all well know, the waiting is the hardest part…