Do you hate that I’m not posting a recipe and going to blab about my life again? Just tell me.
But I have to tell you the info, right? The 411.
So the big news is, we’re moving. Maybe out of state. It depends on what minute you ask me. I say maybe because so much is up in the air and it’s insane that a huge life decision is so unknown and unplanned. Anything can happen at this point.
We got an offer on our house OUT OF THE BLUE. Sorry for shouting but it’s a lucky break for two people that wanted change so badly, but have been afraid to make the jump.
Speaking of jumping, I really want to share this video with you. It’s Steve Harvey discussing making a change in your life. A cool analogy and a very inspiring way to look at taking risks. If you’re short on time, skip to the 1:57 mark, where it gets right to the point.
Short backstory:
PA was supposed to be about a 2 year pit stop for us and now it’s already been 10 years. We’ve been wanting to move out of state for awhile, but The Hungry Husband’s job was keeping us here…ya know…we were trying to be traditional, responsible adults. Okay, he was.
I was like “Hey, let’s be gypsies!” And my man was like “uhhh NO.”
Last year, after many deliberations (and his job becoming impossible for any human being to tolerate) we talked to our agent about possibly selling our home in a year’s time. But as the months went on, we thought we’d wait until 2017. Still scared.
Then in March…
- Our agent called to say she had buyers looking in our area but there weren’t many other houses on market. They wanted to see our house. Our house wasn’t up for sale, so this just landed in our laps.
- We freaked out (and not the good kind) <– said like Triumph, the Insult Comic Dog. We weren’t ready.
- I spazzed about the condition of the house. It was inconceivable to me to show it to potential buyers. Think Hoarders. Think messy college dorm rooms. Think dirty. No, not that dirty.
- I almost keeled over from exhaustion after 5 straight days of waking up at 5:20 am before work to clean, organize, sort, and throw things. OUT. I mean throw things out.
- After buzzing around like an Energizer bunny on crack, it was in SUPER AWESOME condition. Yes, I’m tootin my own horn because it looked so fly. It looked better than it has the whole time we’ve lived here. After the showing, we walked around to each room, appreciated my decorating, and realized how lucky we really are. We’ve always complained about things in the house (yes, can we have some bigger bathrooms please! because come ON). We’re lucky because not everyone gets this. A quiet neighborhood lined with trees. A sunroom that our kitties love to laze around in. A music room in the basement that can hold drums, guitars, and a piano. A craft/jewelry room that is all my own. Shut up, right? You hate me again.
Then after the showing…
- I felt super sad. I suddenly felt very possessive and madly in love with our house. No one can have it!
- Got offer on the house
- Freak out a little more and signed contract
- Started saying goodbye to the idea of living in a house (we’ll be moving to an apartment)
- Home inspection…pass. Appraisal…pass. Closing tomorrow!
Still to do:
- Cry and fling myself onto the bed, then notice the pretty light fixture above me that took 2 years to pick out, then cry some more because I can’t take it with me.
So, that’s where we are.
IN LIMBO
Ya know, I think this is an appropriate time to have a tall glass of crisp, refreshing vodka.
Or 10 of these.
Our move out date is at the end of July. We’re not sure where we’re moving yet. Syracuse, NY? Phoenix, AZ? The Twin Cities? Good times. Italy? Just kidding, hun. Not really.
Stay tuned. I hope I have time to make some recipes as I clean out my pantry. Baked beans with canned pumpkin, tomato paste, and old unidentified rice, anyone? You can’t wait.
Have you ever wanted to move so badly but were also so sad to leave your house behind? Please share your story. Misery loves company. (P.S. these are my tulips and I’m totally smuggling them out of here)
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After the meatball recipe round up, i really wanted to be in touch with all bloggers who cooperated. Thanks a lot. Hey this house looks great. Moving to a new place is tough but worth for a change of mind, environment and it really boosts you up. Waiting to see more pics and you will enjoy the new place for sure
Thanks, Smitha. Yes, I’m looking forward to a change!
I wish you all the best in your new challenge!
Thanks, Carla! Miss you, girl.
I vote for the Pacific Northwest! 😉 I moved here from the Twin Cities in 2006, and almost immediately fell in love. But then again I grew up in Northern MN so if I never spend another winter in snow again it’ll be too soon.
Love your site, and can totally relate on the moving chaos. We’ve done 3 cross-country moves since 2006, and none of them have been fun, but it has been an adventure!
Hi, Nicole. Thanks for your comment. Twin Cities was one of the cities we originally considered. It sounds like a lovely area to live (minus the snow of course :-)!) We also looked into Portland, OR. I used to visit there as a kid and always liked the area.
Ahhh, the story gets told! I’m excited for you guys and I’m excited to see where you end up. It’s pretty cool how flexible you guys are and how many unknowns there are (scary, I know, but still cool). Also, I think the light fixture needs to go with you!
Looking forward to that hidden box of rice recipe (we all have one hiding, mine unfortunately broke open so I just have rice laying all over the cabinet).
Hi Pamela! The pantry recipe is looking more grim these days, as I’ve barely had time to cook anything. The house is a wreck with boxes everywhere and we’ve been getting take-out a lot. Hoping I can squeeze one good recipe in before we move!
My first time on your blog, I think the best recipes come from them. You’re not beginners, have experience and your Guinea pigs are your family. It is my way, definitely my husband’s way before he passed and if you were to see my email address and Cousin it would attest to that. Don’t get mexworong I have a little Bobby Flay, Racial, Ann Burell but I don’t work in a restaurant, I cook for my family and most importantly at this point for myself. I’ve had Bariactric surgery and found the best method of cooking for me is Mediterranean. Not unusual except when you’re Puerto Rican and your family looks at your food as if it was made for astronauts. So talk away about your life was entertaining, familiar,am in the process of moving myself this weekend. I know the fear of moving far from a familiar area etc. In a nutshell u feel ya. Your recipe on how to prepare Romanesca was perfect and considering it was the first time I ever had I it, it was perfect. I look forward to joining your site for more delicious recipes. Good luck on your choice.