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Well, the quest for a house is pretty much ended. Turns out that having a baby is really, really, REALLY expensive. I don't mean taking care of the baby; that hasn't been bad at all because Billy's got grandparents who spoil him rotten. I mean actually having the baby. L & D costs are insane, and down payments are insane, and our nest egg is unfortunately quite sane. It's a bit of a disappointment, but also a bit of a relief; house-hunting is stressful, and every time we went to look at a house, I was terrified that I would fall in love with it and we wouldn't be able to afford it.
But, in happier news, the quest for a house has given way to the quest for an affordable two-bedroom apartment in our city (because we REALLY like our area, especially our church), and that quest has ended in a much happier way! A two-bedroom in our apartment building's much cheaper sister complex is opening in the beginning of March, and we're getting it. (For those of you who've visited Tom and me, it's in those red brick low-rise apartments down the road from our building, across the street from Giant.) Not only is it bigger than our current place, but it's $100 a month cheaper, and we still have the same management team that knows and likes us (and who we know and like, for that matter). Score!
I have mixed feelings about moving. I'm excited to be moving to a bigger place, because our apartment is way too small for us now. I trip over Billy's things every time I try to move around in here, and I haven't been able to play my keyboard since August because there wasn't room in the bedroom for both it and the crib. This is the first Christmas since I was seven where I didn't get to play carols. But on the other hand, we've lived here for two and a half years, almost since Tom and I got married. This is home, and Billy's never even going to remember it. I know we have to move, but it's still a little sad. I think I'll feel better once our stuff is moved out, though, because I felt the same way when we left our tiny, tiny place in Baltimore until we cleared it out and it looked like some random empty apartment. (It may backfire, because that actually made me sadder when I moved out of Kenyon--"MY DORM IS EMPTY AND I'LL NEVER COME BACK AGAIN!!!!"--but I doubt it. I like this place and all, but Kenyon it ain't.)
But, in happier news, the quest for a house has given way to the quest for an affordable two-bedroom apartment in our city (because we REALLY like our area, especially our church), and that quest has ended in a much happier way! A two-bedroom in our apartment building's much cheaper sister complex is opening in the beginning of March, and we're getting it. (For those of you who've visited Tom and me, it's in those red brick low-rise apartments down the road from our building, across the street from Giant.) Not only is it bigger than our current place, but it's $100 a month cheaper, and we still have the same management team that knows and likes us (and who we know and like, for that matter). Score!
I have mixed feelings about moving. I'm excited to be moving to a bigger place, because our apartment is way too small for us now. I trip over Billy's things every time I try to move around in here, and I haven't been able to play my keyboard since August because there wasn't room in the bedroom for both it and the crib. This is the first Christmas since I was seven where I didn't get to play carols. But on the other hand, we've lived here for two and a half years, almost since Tom and I got married. This is home, and Billy's never even going to remember it. I know we have to move, but it's still a little sad. I think I'll feel better once our stuff is moved out, though, because I felt the same way when we left our tiny, tiny place in Baltimore until we cleared it out and it looked like some random empty apartment. (It may backfire, because that actually made me sadder when I moved out of Kenyon--"MY DORM IS EMPTY AND I'LL NEVER COME BACK AGAIN!!!!"--but I doubt it. I like this place and all, but Kenyon it ain't.)