Living in the Parents' Basement

We survived made the big move on Sunday and are now residing in my in-laws' basement. Our house is on the market and the first showing was today.

The move was bittersweet, it was the first house we ever owned. It was also the first place we lived together as "real" adults. Previously we were in the same small town where we both did our undergrad, he was in grad school and I was working full time. It never felt like we were official adults. We were still renting, partying constantly, and living like college students.

After we moved to Nashville for his job, we bought our first home, adopted Sir Poindexter, launched our careers, and found out that we are going to be parents. I came to know inch, every nook and cranny of that house. I could walk through it confidently at night with no lights on (and pray I didn't step on a painful dog toy). It was starting to really feel like ours, and I could picture us raising our babies there.

But here we are, starting over again. On the hunt for a new house that we can be settled into before the baby comes in December. Trying to decide whether to prioritize vintage charm and location or square footage and a backyard. It's a daunting, yet exciting task for sure.

We spent our Saturday watching HGTV, house hunting online, and playing countless rounds of Settlers of Catan. Marvelously relaxing.

1 comment:

Melissa Porras said...

HGTV obsessed, and soon you'll find somewhere new to start over !