Real Estate Check In

This past January I talked about having a Real Estate Reality Check.

Now we’re checking in, finally.

We wavered on the decision of what to do – crunching numbers, talking through expectations and worrying about the next step.

I did some soul searching and then some confessing and then some major freaking out because everything was possibly happening, and happening at lightening speed.

It was frustrating for me, for us. The first offer on the house went stale – nothing came of it. And then we had a couple more showings, and then none at all. All the while I was planning Gleek Retreat and then attending – so the quietness of the house and possibilities was such a blessing at the time.

A couple weeks of detoxing emotions and cleaning my house- relearning how to menu plan and take control of my schedule and we get another call … another showing.

We had previously talked with our Realtor about the reality of our situation, a price reduction was going to happen – we were ready to say good bye to this house, to figure it out. To move on.

Only … we never got that far. Another offer came in, low, but with the price reduction in mind – and back to crunching numbers – the offer was essentially pennies from our rock bottom – a few minor adjustments and a counter offer later …

I tell you, with increasingly great pleasure that we ARE MOVING, God willing everything goes well with inspections and a few contingencies are worked out on our end. Oh, and that we find a place to live in the next 30 days.

We’ve been through all kinds of emotions the past 5 days, wondering what if’s and where’s and FINALLY’S! It’s exhilarating and exhausting and oh my god, I haven’t packed a box in 6 years … and why do we have SO MUCH CRAP!?

A garage sale is in the works, as is a craigslist bombardment of things we don’t want to carry around with us for the next year … or that we just don’t know if we’ll have room for.

Good thing we ordered a new couch for our living room last week.

Now … what exactly are we doing? Why are we moving again?

And … are we MOVING MOVING? Like, away? Forever?

Oh friends. I just don’t know. We don’t know! Isn’t that WONDERFUL!??? It’s so freeing. So amazingly wonderful to sit here and not KNOW anything. Because when it comes right down to it, we don’t any way. We don’t know if we’ll be in California for a couple months, Oklahoma for the summer, Michigan for the next year or, heck, Spain!? Maybe we’ll stay in someone’s house while they’re traveling for a year, or we’ll rent – we won’t buy.

Our options have just increased from “Sit in the back yard for the next 15 years cursing the lack of underground sprinkling” to “EXPLORE THE WORLD AROUND US”.

This decision makes absolutely no sense whatsoever to most people. On paper is doesn’t make a whole lot of sense financially … only … it really does. But this decision wasn’t up to most people, it was up to us.

This is what we’re doing for our family. We’re not even 30 yet – and I’m not ready to commit the rest of my life to one house. To one city. I’ve been committing myself to things and people for so long, and un-regrettably so, but there’s still room for some exploration. There’s room for the unknown. There has to be.

It’s time for a new pair of shoes. My soul needs a little help learning how to walk again. We’ll start with a new sidewalk.

More remodeling of the Schaap house

Because being 8 months pregnant isn’t project enough for the Schaaps – we’re also having our roof torn off and re-done this week, along with a few other minor updates inside the house.

Atleast we’ve gotten smart enough to outsource these jobs – but sometimes I wonder about our sanity and the parenting thing.

Aaron is a big fan of picking up and leaving on a Friday night, we like to frequent Chicago for the arts and museums and culture- as well as the fun shopping and endless eating variety. And I’m sure that after a month or two of staying in everything night with a new baby he’s going to get the crazy idea that – HEY we can take a newborn to Chicago for the weekend, in the WINTER and I’ll be just delirious enough from sleep depravation and needing human contact that I just might agree to his plea – and we’ll be “those people”.

The brand new parent thinking it easy to pick up a newborn, overpacking it’s gear and heading 3 hours away from family and sanity as we partake on an adventure I’m sure might cure us of ever wanting more than one child.

I always said I wanted a big family – and even though this pregnancy has literally been a breeze for the most part – I’ve consistantly stuck with the notion that maybe one isn’t so bad after all. Aaron thinks I’ll change my mind – but I don’t know. I haven’t changed it in the past 8 months … and I guess time will tell – but I am not making plans for more at this point – so don’t ask when we’ll be doing this again, as it seems to be the new question on every one’s tongue – let me have one first … and MAYBE if I forget I ever thought about only one, then we’ll THINK about it – and MAYBE you’ll hear we’re pregnant – but you definantly won’t be part of the planning committee, so sit still and enjoy this one. It might be all we have.

I love my families, bless all their hearts … but before we even got pregnant some of them were constantly asking us when – and at the time we were telling people our plans to wait 3 years. As you might have guessed or noticed, we’re pretty private about our plans – and only after we’ve made the final decission will we regress and confess our diviations. It’s just simply not anyone’s business wether or not we’re trying to get pregnant. And since there was fear that I might not be able to get pregnant we definantly didn’t want people knowing we were trying or had made the decission that “when it happens, it happens.”

Now that we are pregnant and they’ve all reveled in the fact that they ‘told us so’ they’re moving on to tell me what it’ll be like in 10 months, a year, or two … I don’t know if they’ve noticed this yet, but I’m still pregnant. I haven’t had this baby yet and some people are already making plans for Christmas pictures thinking the baby will have arrived already. Let me just say this. I’m due in January. Having the baby early would be nice, of course – but if I was to believe that I was going to deliver early and then I went over my due date I would be one miserable S.O.B for the entire holiday – and the weeks afterward.

I’ll just say it again, I’m STILL pregnant. Still. Pregnant. Baby hasn’t arrived, isn’t due for another month – I’m still pregnant. With the baby inside me. Pregnant.

BUT the best part about this rant I’m on right now, is the fact that – even though I’m STILL FREAKING PREGNANT WITH THIS ONE – they’re already asking me WHEN I’LL HAVE THE NEXT ONE!??? For the love of everything holy, if I hear this question ONE MORE time from family – I WILL go balistic on your ass. In Person. For certain people in particular – STOP RUSHING ME. Stop it.

We’re getting our roof re-done.

Moving day

Today is the start of the move Aaron and I have been anticipating for over a month now. We signed the papers this past Wednesday and for the past 2 days my wonderful husband has been at that house, painting, scrubbing, tearing out walls and working very hard.

He hasn’t been alone; a whole posse was with him, a posse of wonderful people. People I love so much and am glad to have in our lives. Our Friends. Our AWESOME friends.

Today though we’re actually going to start MOVING. Which is scary, because thinking of moving right now, thinking of getting off this couch and doing anything but sleep for the next 4 days, thinking of the hours that lay ahead of tiring, hard work … is exhausting. Completely exhausting. I am so tired.

But it has to be done. We have to be out of our current house by Labor Day.

If you want to help, with packing, transporting, painting or anything … PLEASE feel free. Just let us know and we’ll put you to work.