we move…like alot.
and when I say a lot, I mean A.LOT.
15 years of marriage and possibly 13 dwellings.
Some were existing, some were ones we flipped, some were temporarily with family while waiting to move into another one, and several were new that we had built.
When you move a bunch, you know your neighbors but don’t know know them. A few had been out of our school district, so the kids didn’t know the other hood rats very well.
We stumbled onto the current block in a rush to get into a house
before the school year started.
That was two years ago. Two years we stayed put.
Felt very weird, but the timing was perfect.
Changes in jobs, investing in other businesses, kids transitioning into different schools. And we stumbled onto this little block that was flooded with kids, our kids age.
I like to call them the gang of blondes, because thats exactly what they are, mainly girls with blonde, blonde hair. And one brunette boy that keeps up with them.
It kept us here. You kind of get to where thats why you stay, because your neighbors become your family.
So when it popped up that we were again, in the mind set of finding something, we both knew that we had to stay as close as possible. Our neighbors deserved it for being awesome and our kids deserved having at least one thing familiar when we moved in, their friends.
We talked about going back on the same lot that we were on, but in order to do that we had to go back to the exact same house. My husband was a no-go on that. He had no desire to walk back into the same house after seeing it the way it was, and honestly neither did I. And the time would take longer since we had to go through demolition.
I was torn, we were in a cul-de-sac, and I loved being there.
The only spot left was on the corner, which I was not crazy about the thought of cars and the park across the street. The six year old has no boundaries.
But husband worked on me and after a while I knew it was a better thing to do, parking would be better for company, if I needed to sneak in and out without the gang seeing us (ahem), I might be able to do that.
Our builders were fast, efficient and fabulous.
They actually showed up the night of the fire to see if we needed anything and went into action to get to work on the other lot.
A section of the hood.
Red Pin is New Lot~Green Pin is Old Lot
Everything is blurred for our privacy and neighbors.