A major change is now on the way, moving from our home of 36 years to another home. In part, we are downsizing, in part we are moving closer to family, and in part we are moving because most of the things we do are across town, but it is an odd feeling.
Along with the odd feeling, there is a overwhelming feeling of awe. We have long admired the homes in the new neighborhood, especially in the past twenty years since I taught school over there. When the kids chose to buy there, the admiration grew, along with a feeling of discontent about having to drive twenty minutes to arrive over there. Last year, when we began to look a little, it still felt right, although we had some requirements for the new house.
The list of requirements that the new place needed to fill was varied and perhaps a bit odd, along with things I thought "would be a nice touch" . We wanted a front porch. We needed a fenced-in backyard. We needed at least two bathrooms, and at least one with a bathtub. We wanted wood flooring. We wanted a separate place for the washer and dryer. We needed a place for the freezer. The cats needed a place for litterboxes. We needed lots of storage. We needed it to be a comparable price to our current home. We thought it would be nice to have a separate room so we would be able to make it into an apartment of sorts. And, most important of all, it needed to feel like home, and we would know and recognize it immediately.
When we saw the pictures on the web, it didn't show as particularly impressive. The colors looked grayish, and it was hard to identify what room was which. However, when we walked in the door, we saw requirement after requirement being met, along with the "nice touches" to boot. We made an offer that afternoon, and now we are knee-deep in changing our address.
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