Be Careful What You Promise a Girl
As you know, we have been thinking about moving to PA (see last post). The reasons are both varied and singular. I've thought of a million ways to explain it, but the answer is simply: Family. We are moving in June.
Before Matt and I got married, we talked a lot about the future, and he loved me enough to accept my strong stance on Catholic schooling for our kids and an inevitable move to PA. (And not in passing, these things were deal-breakers for me. I'd seen my sisters go through marriages with atheist/agnostic husbands, and didn't think it was possible for a non-religious spouse to help raise children in a house where Christianity was loved and respected. I loved him, but if it was going to lead to a life of heart-ache, I would rather have chosen a different path.) But I digress a little...
Both the school and location come from my deep feelings on community and family. My grandmother and my parents are huge influences on my life, and that's because I had the opportunity to know them. I want the same for my kids. I haven't lived near my parents since I was 17. I want the chance to know them fully as adults. I want to be proactive about planning for that "end of life" phase we all want to avoid thinking about but is going to happen anyway. And Matt's mom will be a short drive away so they can get to see her awesomeness regularly as well. This is "the ONE thing" for me right now. Family. And since my sister and my best friend live there as well, it seems like a no-brainer. I'm well aware that it seems like I'm railroading Matt in all of this, but I can honestly say he's excited too.
Am I the unreasonable one for holding him to a promise made years ago? For holding on to this dream? If we let go of our dreams and promises, it seems like such an insubstantial way to live life. I think this is a good thing, even if it's a hard thing. The best way I've thought to describe it is this: it's like breaking up with a boyfriend you REALLY REALLY like (and everyone else likes as well) but there is just something missing. So you do it, and you hope that you find magical love instead of regretting it for the rest of your life. :) You know - good not great. I'll miss Florida, but... Everyone talks about the horrid snow, but I can't wait to drive through rolling hills instead of strip malls.
PS - I still want that barn. It hasn't officially sold yet I don't think, there's still time!
Before Matt and I got married, we talked a lot about the future, and he loved me enough to accept my strong stance on Catholic schooling for our kids and an inevitable move to PA. (And not in passing, these things were deal-breakers for me. I'd seen my sisters go through marriages with atheist/agnostic husbands, and didn't think it was possible for a non-religious spouse to help raise children in a house where Christianity was loved and respected. I loved him, but if it was going to lead to a life of heart-ache, I would rather have chosen a different path.) But I digress a little...
Both the school and location come from my deep feelings on community and family. My grandmother and my parents are huge influences on my life, and that's because I had the opportunity to know them. I want the same for my kids. I haven't lived near my parents since I was 17. I want the chance to know them fully as adults. I want to be proactive about planning for that "end of life" phase we all want to avoid thinking about but is going to happen anyway. And Matt's mom will be a short drive away so they can get to see her awesomeness regularly as well. This is "the ONE thing" for me right now. Family. And since my sister and my best friend live there as well, it seems like a no-brainer. I'm well aware that it seems like I'm railroading Matt in all of this, but I can honestly say he's excited too.
Am I the unreasonable one for holding him to a promise made years ago? For holding on to this dream? If we let go of our dreams and promises, it seems like such an insubstantial way to live life. I think this is a good thing, even if it's a hard thing. The best way I've thought to describe it is this: it's like breaking up with a boyfriend you REALLY REALLY like (and everyone else likes as well) but there is just something missing. So you do it, and you hope that you find magical love instead of regretting it for the rest of your life. :) You know - good not great. I'll miss Florida, but... Everyone talks about the horrid snow, but I can't wait to drive through rolling hills instead of strip malls.
As for Matt's job, while he loved it once, it has lost its appeal over the past year. There is talk (unsubstantiated) about them maybe closing his facility. He is ready for a new adventure, and you know, "Go big or go home!" Brynna LOVES her friends, and if we're going to pull this band-aid off, now seems like the right time instead of going through another whole school year, or moving her in the middle of one.
I've spent a lot of time on the back-story which makes me feel the need to speed through the current events. All of my properties are selling soon here, which will free up my rehabbing funds. We put the word out that we would be selling our house and before we even listed it, we had a great offer (which we took). They are going to buy our house and rent it back to us until June, at which point we are moving to PA and living with my parents for the summer. After August, I have no idea what is going to happen with our lives, although I will be working on my rehabs and getting my real estate license. Matt is going to work with McD on some cockamamie schemes (that's a whole 'nother post in itself). But that's just how we do, I guess! It's all very out-of-the-box and crazy. It's sad, but health insurance is my biggest stress in this whole thing. Or maybe that is awesome.
I've spent a lot of time on the back-story which makes me feel the need to speed through the current events. All of my properties are selling soon here, which will free up my rehabbing funds. We put the word out that we would be selling our house and before we even listed it, we had a great offer (which we took). They are going to buy our house and rent it back to us until June, at which point we are moving to PA and living with my parents for the summer. After August, I have no idea what is going to happen with our lives, although I will be working on my rehabs and getting my real estate license. Matt is going to work with McD on some cockamamie schemes (that's a whole 'nother post in itself). But that's just how we do, I guess! It's all very out-of-the-box and crazy. It's sad, but health insurance is my biggest stress in this whole thing. Or maybe that is awesome.
PS - I still want that barn. It hasn't officially sold yet I don't think, there's still time!
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