“You have Heart Plants,” our young neighbor yelled from across the yard.
“Yes, we do. They’re called Bleeding Hearts.”
“They’re my favorite,” she declared.
“Mine too, kiddo. Mine too.”
You’ve probably figured it out, or maybe you haven’t, but we are planning and hoping to sell our house. We’ve been here for nearly 11 years (wow, eleven years??) and with daughter starting school next year we’ve decided to make a move to the suburbs (I know, eegads). It was no easy decision, but with lower property taxes, larger yards, larger houses and better schools, it’s really a no-brainer.
Our wish list isn’t huge, but includes an attached garage, at least two bedrooms on the same floor, ideally four bedrooms total and an open concept. A decent size yard would be great (with two dogs we sort of need it). We would like space for an office and a space to work out. Is all that too much to ask?
We are starting to get serious about this move. We’ve put most of our
junk stuff in storage. We’ve talked to daughter and the dogs about storing toys. Sadly, that also means my sewing goods and fabric will also be stored. As will cookbooks and the ice cream maker and my hockey equipment. Oh well. Hopefully the house will move fast. Hopefully we’ll find our next dream house fast.
When we found this house we weren’t even looking. We just happened to see it online and went that same day to an Open House. Three days later our offer was excepted. One month later we signed the papers and moved in. It was meant to be at the time. This house has seen us grow up from two single young adults to parents of a little girl and two pups. I will miss this house and the amazing views from those big front windows, but it’s time. Time to move.