Of course, Beloved and I made up last night, said our sorries and talked about ways to make our arguments a bit less … argue-ey. I suppose we should be grateful that we argue over dusting, and not over the biggies – like money or whether or not to have another kid or stuff like that.
The girls are home. J is sleeping on me right now. Which is probably the first time she has done this is 5 years or something. She left with a new cold a week ago, and it’s still got her feeling like shit today.
Since we were given stories of midnight bed times, trips to water parks, and frozen pizza for both lunch and dinner days in a row – I shouldn’t be surprised that her cold has lingered.
I went to two open houses today. Both condos close to home and in the girls’ school district. One is likely out of my price range, and of course perfect. The other is probably right in our range, and itty bitty. For us.
The perfect one was really close to perfect. It was around 1900 square feet (1200 more than we have now), and on top of three bedrooms, has a study and what I keep calling a “family room.” Eat in kitchen and a dining room. Two full baths.
It’s also 3 doors down from the high school. Which, in just over 2 years, will be extremely convenient and hopefully will preclude E from ever being late to school.
Did I really just say “just over 2 years”? Is that right? Next winter, she’s in 7th, and the next, 8th. Which is pre-high school.
So, yeah. Just over 2 years. Or rather “less than 3 years.”
Anyway, it’s a bit high for us. I think if the seller is inflexible, then we’re just gonna have to walk away. If we find that offers are accepted, we will be a little thinly stretched for the rest of this year, but will be fine next year. An August or September closing date would make it all easier.
No work would be required upon walking in the door, but we eventually have some projects already in mind in order to increase the flow of the rooms. We would have an office. And a dining room. And a laundry room. And a gas stove. And a screened porch – perfect for the kitty litter and a summer-time table big enough to hold a bottle of wine and two glasses. And a park across the street where the kids could (and likely would anyway) congregate with their friends. And E (and eventually J) would have no reason to be late coming home from the dances, and I could watch them for their entire walk home to be sure that they weren’t sneaking smooches or trips behind the gym for any inappropriate activity.
he he he.
That alone makes the stretching worth it – doesn’t it?
They likely won’t mind the spy opportunities, since it will be balanced out by the fact that they will have their own suite on their own floor with their 2 bedrooms, their own bathroom, and my laundry room – that’s it.
Which is really hysterical to me, because when I was 9, I moved to my parents’ downstairs, and soon after, my dad redid the whole downstairs, and it became a place for just me and my sister – our two bedrooms, a bathroom, and my mom’s laundry room.
It would be very funny if my girls got the same. Only theirs wouldn’t be a basement, but a lovely second story in a beautiful building overlooking (out very pretty bay windows) the park. And their bedrooms would be bigger. A little ridiculously big. I think bigger than mine and Beloved’s, but ours is fancier and is right next to our own study and library, respectively. So there.
The other condo is less exciting and more settling, and I don’t think we need to think about it too much until we see what the spring brings to the market.
Both of them, though, are in ideal locations. With friends and parks and walking distance to present and future schools. Oh, and also my train. And still Beloved’s work. Probably closer for all of us.
Time to shake the dreams out of my head, and go watch the Oscars. We saw less contenders this year than we have in the past, which is sad. I tried so hard to see Juno with a friend, and if Beloved and I hadn’t caught J’s cold before she left for the Middle of the county, we likely would have seen There Will Be Blood. But as it stands, we’re stuck having seen only Michael Clayton and No Country for Old Men.
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