Here’s the short version: Early this summer, before our kids were officially done with school, we sold our Colorado home of nine years, loaded up a big moving truck with the help of some great friends, drove two cars for three days across the country, and then moved into a small rental house in Maryland. I can’t believe it was just a few months ago that I was remodeling our guest bathroom.
The longer version can get really long, so I’ll just hit the highlights in this post.
We knew this move was coming for several months. My husband accepted a job last fall that requires him to be within commuting distance of both D.C. and New York, but he is able to work from home when he’s not needed in either place.
Accepting the job and agreeing to move all happened months ago. So long ago that it was easy to be in denial that such a big change was coming. And when it was finally time to put our house up for sale, it sold within ten days. It was awesome that the phase of keeping the house unrealistically spotless only lasted a little over a week.
I expected it to take a lot longer. I figured now that I was done working on projects around the house, I’d spend my free time and money upgrading my blog design. Talk about terrible timing. Getting the house ready to show meant cleaning everything daily, sometimes several times a day. And, amazingly, our house got a contract in a little under two weeks. So, we quickly had to transition into setting up our lives on the other side of this move and we only had five weeks to do it, which included figuring out exactly where we were going to live—something kind of important to the kids and I, especially.
Where we moved to, northern Maryland, is less than a mile from my childhood best friend. Our families hang out regularly and bike to each other’s houses—a huge improvement over she and I seeing each other every other year. Our kids will be in the same school this fall.
We rented an 1850s renovated log cabin on Main Street, U.S.A. We downsized in square footage, number of bedrooms, closet space, and all five of us will be sharing the same tub/shower. We walk through rooms to get to other rooms upstairs. My daughter climbs a steep staircase up to her odd-shaped room and has a stackable washer-dryer in her closet. But she can walk or bike to her middle school. My other daughter’s preschool is two blocks down the street, and we’ll pass two old, steepled churches to get there. We can walk or bike to the library, post office, hardware store, feed/gardening store, a few restaurants— including one for ice cream—and some great parks.
Moving into a small, old space takes more time and patience. The weekend we moved in was brutal, but we have great attic space, which helped. We’ve been here just over a month and we feel pretty settled already.
For now, my blog is still under construction. Many of the categories are broken. When I’m not trying to sort out the move, I’m trying to get to it. It sadly had to fall to the back burner, but I’m hoping to turn my attention to it more often now.
All this is to say, we totally changed the house that’s over our head. We loved our 80s house, and it was sad to leave it. We especially loved our friends, family, and the memories we made in Colorado, and we always will. But we are thankful that we get such a charming cottage to live in as we begin to build a life on the east coast. We’re already feeling relieved that maybe, hopefully, that nagging hunch we had to uproot our family and start all over in a new place was exactly the thing we were supposed to do. More on that later too.