The past six months in particular — since our house went on the market in April and we moved to our new house in May — have been really challenging, made only more challenging by the fact that I have been pregnant this whole time and couldn’t help Luis with a lot of the burden: maintaining the physical and financial aspects of two homes (and dealing with problems at both), mowing the lawn/landscaping two homes, moving (out of the old and into the new), unpacking, fixing things … I did what I could to pitch in but realistically I ended up keeping an eye on Maya far more than making a dent in unpacking. Continue reading “Waiting (and Exhaling)”
Today I had to go to urgent care for a nasty sinus infection that just wouldn’t go away. Of course, this would be the weekend we are moving into our new casa.
Fortunately, Luis and his BFF (visiting us from El Salvador) have been doing everything. I’ve helped pack stuff, but they rented a U-Haul and have been hauling boxes and unpacking at the new house while I have stayed here with Maya. To say I am grateful for their hard work would be a dramatic understatement. Continue reading “Sitting in Silence”
Late last week, we had new carpet installed, a FOR SALE sign went up in our front yard, and our house was listed on the market. Whoa.
It’s bittersweet, for sure, but after seven years in our cozy little Cape Cod on Lovers Lane (no joke!), we are moving to a bigger home that better suits our family’s needs — a split-level ranch with a much bigger backyard for Rocco to play … which is about a mile and a half from our current house!
I was surprised by how much this impending change has impacted both of us. In the harried craziness that is preparing to list your house … we didn’t really realize just how much we love our little casita and will miss it. It’s our first home we ever bought together (and our first big purchase as a married couple). We brought Rocco home to this house. We threw countless birthday parties and even Luis’s citizenship bash here. We BBQed a bajillion Sundays here. Had dozens of bonfires here (even introducing the concept of S’mores to several of our foreign friends). We traveled to places like Korea, Puerto Rico, Mexico, El Salvador, Jamaica and Spain from this house. We have had visitors from all around the world come stay with us. And, perhaps most sentimental: this is the house in which Maya spent her first two+ years of life: learned to roll over, sit up, crawl, walk, eat with a spoon, talk … She’s essentially “grown up” here. Continue reading “Moving On”