Well, we’ve started the process of looking for a new place to live.
It’s not that we want to move. There are a lot of really terrific things about where we live. Easy to get to, easy to get groceries to and from the car, easy to get to shopping, fast food, expressways, gas stations… heck, even an amusement park should that be something you’re interested in (I’m not).
But the new neighbors upstairs, and the ones who vacated that apartment, have sort of got us re-thinking our situation and what we can do about it. I think we want to try and get something with AT LEAST one more bedroom, if we can, and if God is willing, maybe even a yard for the kids to play in.
But moving’s not easy, and it’s not inexpensive. It’s not fun, either, and it took a while for us to get settled here. Moving out will be a challenge. The expense is only part of the game, but while I’m working erratic hours it’s tough for me to be able to help my wife pack and get things organized. We’ve accumulated and hung onto a lot of crap, and that will have to be gone through and the junk tossed out. The traffic situation would be different. From here, it’s easy, and never really horrible unless the power goes out.
But moving is always a gamble, right? I should know, in the time I’ve been living in the Midwest I’ve never lived any place longer than I’ve lived here, in this apartment. I’d love to just stay and let my credit woes heal themselves, but that’s probably not the best idea for the adults or the children in our family. So we’re shopping around, trying to figure out what the heck we should do.
And praying. We’re praying a lot, for guidance, for patience, for help.
We’ll see, I suppose.