The Move

In February we got a postcard from a realtor saying that a townhome in our complex sold for a lot of money and was under contract in 2 weeks.  A couple weeks later our realtor emailed me saying that several units had been sold very fast and for a lot. She said if we were contemplating selling, this was the time, as the market was exploding.

 Adam and I talked about it, still not believing it was possible for us. But when we heard that we could make a $40K+ profit from the sale to use on a single family home--we were a little more serious about it. For the longest time, we thought we were stuck in our townhome. As nice as it is, we had outgrown it--the kids needed a yard of their own and their own bedrooms.

So we made the decision to sell. We were going to move into Adam's parents' basement while we listed the house and looked for a new home (a task that we knew was going to be a challenge).  Three weeks after we made the decision to move, we were moved. We all managed to do well with the chaos of me packing and cleaning everything. Most of our stuff went into a storage unit and the rest down in the basement with us--moving day, start to finish took about 5 hours!

After two contracts fell through, we finally closed 5 weeks after we first listed it, for several thousand more than our asking price--hooray!!  On the night before we closed we took the kids to have a picnic in the house and say goodbye. 

  

 Lennon was very emotional about saying goodbye. He would go into every room and take in every detail. He would hug and kiss each wall!

Saying goodbye to his closet: 

Trying to smile through his tears--he had the hardest time saying goodbye to his bedroom. 

 Breaks my heart...but I love his sweet, sensitive heart!

A couple weeks after we closed and the house was not ours anymore, Lennon got really upset while we were driving and asked if we could go back to the house because he forgot to say goodbye to the kitchen! 

The transition to living with Grandma and Papa has been as good as we could have expected. For the first couple months, Lennon would randomly asked why we moved (and there were times that the voice inside my head said, "I don't know") but I would always respond that we will find a house that we will love (Lennon's still not convinced) and that the most important part is that we're together as a family (I need to remind myself of that too!).

The difficulty of the transition for Tesla has come out in a fear of getting lost. We will be out doing errands and Tesla will ask, "what happens if we don't know where Grandma & Papa live?" or if we're at Target, "what happens if we don't remember where the car is?" She has also stopped wanting to feed herself. This, coming from the baby who didn't like baby food because she wanted to do it herself! We have to fight with her eat meal for her to eat on her own. She now replies, "I'll eat by myself when we have a house!" Come soon, house, come soon!