Little Isis stayed home from school yesterday, sick with a strep infection. I took the opportunity to stay home with him and work on some papers while he recovered. I also spent part of the day trying to figure out how to logistically take a couple of graduate students with me when I move to my new MRU at the end of the summer. While I think I am starting to hash out the beginnings of a plan for them, it occurs to me that I don’t really have a good plan for myself. At least not one that makes me feel all the happy feels that there are to feel about this new opportunity for the Isis family.
We were very lucky when we sold our last home. We got our last house for a great price. When it was time for us to move on, the house sold on its third day on the market and we made a nice profit. That let us buy the house we are living in now, which is much larger. We bought the house when the housing market was beginning to fall apart and got it for a steal. We knew that we needed to update the house cosmetically, but the house is big and it’s in a great neighborhood. We’ve worked this month to finish the updating and are hoping to put the house on the market in about two weeks.
But, I don’t think we’ll get as lucky as we did with our last house. Homes here are selling in ~three months, not three days. That has left us pondering *how* to make our move. We’d like to end up in a house like we have now, with lots of space for guests and our family, in a nice neighborhood with good schools. The issue is that, in order to do that, something here has to give. Either we need to sell our current house or Mr Isis has to find another job because we can’t afford a second mortgage of this size on my salary alone.
I’ve thought about moving my family and renting, but Little Isis and Tiny Diva are happy here and are in great schools. The idea of changing their schools more than once is not attractive to me. So, Mr Isis and I have spent a lot of time discussing how to make a graceful and strategic exit from MRU town. In my current opinion, the best option is to move to my new MRU town ahead of my family and rent a little place until our current house sells or Mr Isis finds a job making the big bucks. I’m lucky enough that the new MRU is within driving distance of the old MRU and I could still be home several nights a week with my family.
Financially, this all makes perfect sense. My head tells me it is absolutely the right thing to do. Even though this makes so much rational sense to me, I won’t lie. My heart hurts about it. Even though I’ve convinced myself that this won’t change our lifestyle much – I routinely work a late night or occasionally two per week – I don’t like being away from my family. I like being home for dinner and bedtime with my children. As I weigh all of the pros and cons of any potential option, keeping them in good schools and minimizing their upheaval keeps falling out as my top priority.
I’m telling myself that this will hopefully be my last move and so it’s worth making this move deliberately, in order to end up in a place that we love and that our kids will thrive in. But, my heart is still a little sad and I am not sure that I like myself enough to purposefully spend this much time in my own company. I’m kind of an ass most of the time..