Tick, tick, tick…

I know I have mentioned previously that we would be moving sometime soon. Well, soon is fast approaching and we still have not found a place. We knew we had until about Oct 15th and kind of looked around a bit. I was wary of looking too hard too early, because you know I would have found the perfect place at the wrong time. Of course, now is the right time and I am finding only the wrong places. This pretty much sums up my life in general.

I can’t convey the words on this screen that would describe my absolute loathing of house hunting. This is made exceptionally worse because I have to involve Blain, who probably hates it more than I do. I am fairly picky, he is purely aggravating. I want a house in a particular area so that the kids don’t have to change schools. The neighborhood has to be decent and the house MUST have a good kitchen, master bath and office space. A month or so ago, I saw plenty of “for rent” signs in the area that I want and they have now all magically disappeared. We found one! It is perfect! We have filled out the application and now the lady wants to drag her feet. I don’t have time for this, so I have to keep looking. She just barely listed it, so I think she is trying to see if she can get more for it than she originally asked.

I, personally, have found about four others in the area that would fit my bill. However, like I said, I have to contend with the hermit Blain. Most new neighborhoods build all the houses very close to each other. I am not absolutely thrilled about this myself, but I would give up the luxury of a large wooded lot that makes it so that you can only see the top left corner of the neighboring houses roof (like we have now), for all the other benefits. The area, the kitchen, blah, blah, blah…

Really it is quite appealing to me at this time to live in a well stocked neighborhood. Not for me, because I know it will bother me some what, but for the kids. We have never lived in a neighborhood packed with school aged kids for my kids to hang out with. My children have been deprived of one of the things that I treasure most about my childhood. Our neighborhood had kids of all ages. Lots of kids! We all went to church (yes, believe it or not, I used to go to church before I succumbed to the dark side!) and school together. We played kick the can almost every summer night and had block parties and played in the rain. OK, truth be told, it was only the kids in my family that had a Mom cool enough to let them play in the rain and lay in the gushing water of the gutters, but it was really fun to do it while all the other kids sad little faces looked longingly out the window at us. I really want this for my kids. Once they move out, we can go back to living deep in the woods.