Have I mentioned that I’m a worrywart? Like a really big one? So much so that I try to have a contingency plan for everything. If this happens, I’ll do this. But if it turns out that that happens, I think maybe I’ll do this instead.
Did I mention that my stomach hurts a lot?
I try not to obsess. I try to figure out how I might handle things and then move on from there. But it usually doesn’t work that way. I turn it over and over in my head until my insides are in knots.
I come from a long line of champion worriers, just so you know.
And now, something I haven’t faced in over ten years is rearing its ugly head. The moving monster. We’re talking about moving closer to my husband’s work. The expense is well worth the gas we’ll save. And he works in an area that has a lot to do. Plenty of places to walk, lots of eateries nearby. More interesting things happening.
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Not that our current neighborhood isn’t bad. Things are just more spread out there.
It’s not even set in stone yet. Like, at all. We still have to fill out an app and hope we get approved. So we’re in the very beginning stages. Still talking about it stages. But this is most seriously we’ve considered it in a long time. We thought our next move would be back to the Midwest. And that’s still in the cards. We’re hoping this move will actually help us save more money toward that end.
I get a mini panic attack when I look at our place. It’s not large and neither is the other place. The new place would have two bedrooms to our one. Much, much smaller bedrooms. I’m not even sure we’ll gain any square footage at all. But we would have a nicely-sized back patio. And assigned parking. And a cute little community courtyard. And NO STAIRS.
But we’d have to pare down. We’ve been planning it anyway before we move to the Midwest. This would force us to do that much sooner. We’d lose a garage, which is a LOT of storage right there. And we can purge some items, taking others back home when we go at Christmas.
I guess it’s good to be forced to get rid of what we don’t use. Live a bit more simply.
And make all of those decisions within 2-3 weeks. YIKES! Hold me?
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