Where We Struggle to Keep the House From Exploding Before We Move

boxes.jpgAfter months and months of trying, we’re finally moving! Yaaaaaaaaaaaay! Weirdly enough, just when we were getting ready to call it quits and pack everything in until Spring, we ended up selling our house and buying one on the very same day.

Almost like it was meant to be, because we love the new house so much more than the ones we almost bought before multiple deals fell through for various reasons.

I’ve been nervous about making an official announcement because that’s just begging for something to go wrong. So many things can go wrong. The sellers could drop out or your buyers could have problems selling their own house or there could be failure to negotiate repairs on either side… it’s an elaborate set of dominoes that could collapse if one tiny domino even thinks about blinking.

Something could still go wrong, but it’s only a week or two away: MOVING DAY!

Turns out we’re not moving to downtown Sacramento after all, even after all my big talk about the city vs. the suburbs. Sacramento prices have skyrocketed in the past couple of years and we just couldn’t bring ourselves to squeeze into a tiny house without a yard when, for less money, we could grab a beautiful place on a third of an acre just outside the city.

(Yes, I realize a third of an acre isn’t super impressive for most of the country, but it’s amazing to Californians.)

bearpoolWe even have a pool now… A POOL! (One we need to get gated as soon as possible because our toddlers have already tried to “accidentally” fall into it whenever we’re visiting the house.)

The kids are beyond thrilled with the place, especially the part about having a pool. Brontë likes to give tours whenever someone visits and has already demanded a purple room. She keeps demanding reassurances that we’re bringing all our stuff, since “there’s no furniture, mama. You know that, right?”

And I’m turning around on my whole anti-suburban mentality. We’re moving to an artsy enclave outside the city that has an extremely different vibe than where we’ve been living.  Much more friendly and laid-back–it’s the kind of place that has elaborate murals of alligators eating Volkswagons next to quirky coffee shops as chicken roam the patios.

catchchicken.jpgYes, chickens. Chickens have the run of this town. They wander around the parks and walk next to you along the sidewalks. Some people think they’re a nuisance but I think they’re pretty cool. So do the girls, who keep running around in circles trying to pet the chickens while the chickens say, “Whoa, whoa, WHOA… we’re evolved DINOSAURS, not one of your golden-retrieving lapdogs!” I keep picturing them in horn-rimmed spectacles.

I’m thinking it wasn’t so much the suburbs to blame as the kind of suburb we lived in. Chicken Town is much friendlier. We’ve already been invited to more events and had more positive interactions than in the past four years outside the city.

And all we’ve got to do now is cram four years of family life into a billion boxes and somehow get them to Chicken Town. Also, not let this place blow up before we jump in the car and drive away, squealing our tires and yelling “IT’S YOUR PROBLEM NOW, SUCKAS!”

Not that there’s anything wrong with our house, of course, but we’re struggling to keep it that way for another ten days. Raccoons keep pulling up the sod at night to fish for worms and we keep rolling everything back into place in the morning. We keep grabbing pens out of our kids’ hands before they decide wall murals would really spruce the place up. We keep trying to convince our crazy dog Douglas it would NOT be a brave and impressive feat to eat the porch and he should quit trying

Just ten more days…

 

 

 

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9 thoughts on “Where We Struggle to Keep the House From Exploding Before We Move”

  1. How exciting. Chicken Town sounds like a great place! I hope the next few weeks go without a hitch. I always think it’s strange that city property prices in the U.S. are so much more than out of town. In many parts of the UK the countryside on the edge of cities is where the fabulously wealthy and successful buy their 2nd homes, and house prices are beyond the reach of the average person. Except for London and the South East, it’s cheaper to live out of the centre down there, but up here in the grim north, the countryside is where us city folk go for day trips to stare at the big houses!

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    1. Really? That’s interesting. You’re reminding me of a book we read at university about why our city/suburban landscape is different than Europe. One factor involves large European cities and their infrastructure being around for centuries, whereas much of America was settled after the invention of cars. Since we’re so spread out, we tend to value real estate closer to city centers.

      Most of our big cities have much higher real estate prices (per square foot) than surrounding suburbs. Sacramento, though technically the capital, has always been one of the cheaper cities but that’s changing.

      At any rate, prices vary enormously across the country. California prices have always been brutal. Our agent is about to retire to Idaho in a larger house that cost a third of what our new house does.

      Haha it’s not really Chicken Town, of course. Just calling it that because of all the chickens. 🙂

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      1. I guess the other aspect of that is if your cities are newer than ours, there’s likely to be more housing stock closer to the centre? Whereas here, many cities are just business/ industry in the centre – and apartments, which many families don’t want. If you want decent sized family homes, you have to head further out to the suburbs – but the further out of town you get, the more expensive they become.

        And I know it’s not really called Chicken Town… but you’ve done it now, it will always be Chicken Town to me!

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        1. Perhaps so. Maybe it has something to do with density as well–we’ve been relatively diffuse (lots of uncivilized land area) and I would guess that generally land is cheaper the further it is from metropolitan centers.

          It’s an interesting difference. I wonder if it has cultural ramifications.

          Haha, it will probably always be Chicken Town to me as well. The sort of place where you could have a coffee or beer while sitting across from a chicken.

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  2. Haha! That meme is amazing. I could have used that for my post about chasing chickens 😉 I’m with you on the fondness for chickens – I find them interesting and kind of cute. Chicken Town sounds like a great place to live! Good luck with all of the moving stuff!

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    1. Ha, yes! I also wish I had that information to give you when you were talking about your catching chickens plan. They’re awfully quick.

      The best way to catch them is to either already be friends with them or strategically corner them with a buddy.

      I think they’re cool too. They’ll just walk down the sidewalk next to you in this town. No one bothers them and they don’t bother you. Makes coexistence seem so simple, really.

      Thank you! Just hoping nothing goes wrong… *fingers crossed*

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      1. The other day I saw a video of a chicken step into a person’s lap and cuddle up against her she like she wanted to snuggle. I’m sure the chicken was trained, or perhaps was a robot chicken, but I was enchanted by the video and I want to experience a chicken hug. Haha.

        I’ll cross my fingers for you too! Your new place sounds awesome!

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