The house hunt has been nothing if not eventful. We made an offer on a house on 62nd Street (sight unseen!) while Brad was in DC the weekend of April 6. Thank goodness for inspections - due to a less than stellar one (read: roof, HVAC, and windows), we decided to move on.
We then made an offer on a house Brad found on 93rd Way. All things considered, this house would be just fine. But that's sort of it. It feels fine.
Similar to feeling stuck between two chapters of my life, I was stuck between two house hunt scenarios. Had the house been a wrap by the time I got here, I'm sure it would have been great. Or had we not found anything by the time I got here, we'd have tackled this project together. But as it turned out, we received a counter offer the day before I arrived, leaving me time before we had to respond to do some looking of my own. And only because it complicated things, I obviously found one I love.
So we've retracted our offer on 93rd Way, and have made an offer on Sandra Terrace. Hopefully we hear something soon - FINGERS CROSSED!!!
Monday, April 29, 2013
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Rockstar Co-Pilot
Couldn't have asked for a better, more loving and loyal companion on this crazy trip! My girl rocks!
Friends and family make everything better
After a hard good-bye to the house (with some extra drama added in for good measure), we headed out. A stop in Indianapolis was followed by an afternoon and night in St. Louis and some much needed time with some friendly faces. Thanks to my girls for a fabulous and much needed night with lots of chatting and laughing!
It was then on to Wichita - a couple of nights with dad and Angela and a couple of nights with mom and Dave. Got in a round of golf (cart driver, clearly), time with Nick, a gorgeous evening in Old Town for a Blues Crawl, enchiladas, and some needed shopping. Four days to relax with no agenda couldn't have been more perfect.
Of course, there must be house drama: after a less than desirable inspection, we pulled our offer on one house and a couple of days later, were back at it with an offer on another. I am very excited to get time with our realtor when I get to PHX on Friday - fingers crossed I like it as much as B does!
It was then on to Wichita - a couple of nights with dad and Angela and a couple of nights with mom and Dave. Got in a round of golf (cart driver, clearly), time with Nick, a gorgeous evening in Old Town for a Blues Crawl, enchiladas, and some needed shopping. Four days to relax with no agenda couldn't have been more perfect.
Of course, there must be house drama: after a less than desirable inspection, we pulled our offer on one house and a couple of days later, were back at it with an offer on another. I am very excited to get time with our realtor when I get to PHX on Friday - fingers crossed I like it as much as B does!
Final good-byes...
To "the family", the goddaughter (and her parents, of course), to the house, then one last walk down the Avenue, and finally one for Penny - a good bye to her bestie, Maddie.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
And so it begins...
When Brad and I decided to give things a go back in 2006, part of that decision involved me leaving NYC and moving down to DC where Brad had been living for a year. I LOVE New York. I really do. And DC seemed to represent everything I didn't want in a city: arrogance, politics, inauthentic people. Funny how life has a way of proving you wrong just when you absolutely think you're right.
DC (technially, Virginia) has become as much home to me as Wichita felt when I left for college. I love everything about this city: the culture, the energy, the intelligence, the diversity, the arts that seem to seamlessly mix into a city consumed with goings on of world leaders and politicians. We found a neighborhood that I always thought we'd raise our kids in, where we're recognized in restaurants and stores. Where I almost always end up running into someone I know. Where I have friends who have become family. Somehow, a city that seemed so awful, that I was determined not to like, has become home.
It's been almost 7 years since I moved from NYC to DC, and it continues to be one of the decisions I'm most proud of making. I took a risk to join the man I love in a city where I knew a handful of people, and at the time, none of them very well. I found a job in an industry I love and found a way to branch out on my own. I was able to reengage in theater, and found a support system, friends, and a family that I will treasure my entire life. In a way, I feel like DC helped me grow up - reflecting on it, it helped me come into my own.
And now, it's time to say good-bye. I will again take a risk (albeit not as large of one) to join the man I love in a city where I know a handful of people, and as of now, only a couple of them well. I'm going with no job, but this time armed with the knowledge that I've done this all before, and that I'll be okay. I will attempt to find my place in a city that, as terrible as this is to admit, I'm again pretty sure I won't like. And most importantly, I'm going knowing that our ultimate goal is to come back home.
There have been lots of tears over the past few days, and I'm sure throughout the course of the next week as I begin my drive across the country, there will be many, many more. But with dog as my co-pilot, we're headed to Phoenix (technically, Scottsdale), and our little family will finally be back together after a full year apart.
Not sure how else to get of all the feelings or share and record the new experiences, I will blog. From the East Coast to the Desert...here I go.
DC (technially, Virginia) has become as much home to me as Wichita felt when I left for college. I love everything about this city: the culture, the energy, the intelligence, the diversity, the arts that seem to seamlessly mix into a city consumed with goings on of world leaders and politicians. We found a neighborhood that I always thought we'd raise our kids in, where we're recognized in restaurants and stores. Where I almost always end up running into someone I know. Where I have friends who have become family. Somehow, a city that seemed so awful, that I was determined not to like, has become home.
It's been almost 7 years since I moved from NYC to DC, and it continues to be one of the decisions I'm most proud of making. I took a risk to join the man I love in a city where I knew a handful of people, and at the time, none of them very well. I found a job in an industry I love and found a way to branch out on my own. I was able to reengage in theater, and found a support system, friends, and a family that I will treasure my entire life. In a way, I feel like DC helped me grow up - reflecting on it, it helped me come into my own.
And now, it's time to say good-bye. I will again take a risk (albeit not as large of one) to join the man I love in a city where I know a handful of people, and as of now, only a couple of them well. I'm going with no job, but this time armed with the knowledge that I've done this all before, and that I'll be okay. I will attempt to find my place in a city that, as terrible as this is to admit, I'm again pretty sure I won't like. And most importantly, I'm going knowing that our ultimate goal is to come back home.
There have been lots of tears over the past few days, and I'm sure throughout the course of the next week as I begin my drive across the country, there will be many, many more. But with dog as my co-pilot, we're headed to Phoenix (technically, Scottsdale), and our little family will finally be back together after a full year apart.
Not sure how else to get of all the feelings or share and record the new experiences, I will blog. From the East Coast to the Desert...here I go.
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