Quick catch up for all…Brandon quit his job and we moved to the suburbs. :::insert record scratch…say what??:::
So, last fall Brandon started talking about going out on his own (starting his own architecture firm). At the same time he started talking about moving out of the city–rents are sky high/ridiculous/uber competitive and so there was no way we could afford to move within the city. While we have no family expansion plans in the works right now (read: I am NOT pregnant), we couldn’t help but think about our living situation and trying to add a little person to the mix. Some people can rock the two-kids-in-a-1 bedroom, but with us and the cats it was just too much to contemplate. All this said, I wasn’t ready to think about leaving the city, so while Brandon was sending me listings and keeping an eye out for things, I ignored it all.
In January we started having more serious talks about Brandon starting his own thing and what that means for our family. We realized that moving out of the city, while extremely sad, was financially inevitable if we were going to take this leap (especially if we want to expand our family). Finally I got on board the moving train (feet dragging still) and started looking at listings and even going to see a few places. We looked all over the Bay Area but nothing was really catching our eye. We found some stuff that was “fine,” but a) who wants just “fine” and 2) coming from a super cute SF 1920’s apartment with hardwood floors, character and tons of light, a dark 80’s condo was really hard to stomach. Call me a snob, but I needed a place that would soothe my transition.
Mid March, two things happened almost at once: we found out Brandon landed a job he had put out a proposal for, and I found us a house (for rent) in the town I grew up in (which happens to be where my grandmothers/parents/sister/aunt/uncle/cousins live). At first I wasn’t sure I was excited to move back, but I realized how much the help would be welcome and the house really was (spoiler alert: IS) awesome. I had actually looked at the listing before, but right around the time we were like dang, okay, we need to move NOW, the house dropped in price. Serendipity? Plus, it was downtown (a requirement when we talked of moving back to my hometown) where I could still walk to everything like I did in SF, and it was a 1913 house with tons of character. The selling point that put it over the top? 3 bedrooms PLUS an office (well, technically a parlor, but it makes a perfect office). The office is off the living room, full of bright sunlight and original hardwood floors. Score!
So, circling back around, I am typing this from my new living room in my cute house and Brandon is in SF celebrating his last day of work. Tomorrow we will go and finish cleaning out the apartment (he has been living there while he finishes out his notice period at work) and officially begin our life in the suburbs. It has been a whirlwind and I’m still very sad about leaving the city (yes, a few tears have been shed) but I’m so excited for Brandon in this new venture in this adorable town that I am once again calling home.