Friday, April 27, 2007

Happy in a Sad kind of way.

We're moving. Three months ago hubby and I were like, 'let's move out of this tiny place and get us a house.' And I was like, 'Yes!' And all the time while we were looking for our new house it was so exciting and fun and even frustrating because I wanted to move right away and we weren't finding The One. But, eventually we did and then I realized - we had to move out of our tiny place. We got engaged there. We got our little baby Buxton there. It was our very first tiny place of our own.

The best part about our tiny place is the neighborhood. So what you can hear Home Depot partying it up into the wee hours of the night? Who cares that people like to let their dogs do-their-business immediately behind our back gate? There is a cluster of us. Five tiny places in a row. We're all the same age. We hang out and drink beers on Friday afternoons. We badger the other neighbors to come out and meet us. We go out for dinner and sometimes breakfasts on Sunday. We have them over for fondue and for guinness on St. Patty's Day. I'm going to miss them.

Last week we were all hanging outside. One of the cluster was our real estate agent, and the time had come for the final walk-through of our new house. I was thinking, 'don't make me go! I like it here. I'll keep this tiny place.' But then the most wonderful thing happened, everyone stood up and said, 'Let's all go!' And so we did. The old neighborhood poured into their cars and we all drove the 4.1 miles over to the new place and did our final walk through together. And the cool thing was, the new neighborhood was all outside too. The old neighborhood got to meet the neighborhood, before we even moved in, which somehow makes it all seem a little bit easier.


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