Since we are moving to Westchester in a few weeks, I thought I’d finally show Rick his new house.
You see, the rental market is really competitive right now (because many people are still hesitant to buy) so I had to act fast on this house, and well, had to skim over little details like, “Make sure your husband sees and actually likes the house.”
But luckily, Rick is a pretty easy going guy (except on the way to the airport or when the girls get really whiny or when he’s tired or when we’re late or….). Ok maybe he’s not always completely mellow. But thankfully, the house has a garbage disposal so Rick was more than satisfied with his new home.
I’m still a little concerned about intruders breaking into the house. I mean, the windows are like 3 feet off the ground. How hard is it to break a window and climb right in? Right now, I sleep well at night because I have a doorman, I’m 5 floors up and there’s a double bolt on the front door.
Meanwhile, we met a couple of our new neighbors and I can already tell that everyone seems to want to one up each other with how long they lived in New York City before they fled to the suburbs. Like it’s some kind of endurance test or something.
I’ve personally been living in the city for 15 years but I’m going to tell everyone it’s actually been 30 years. Which makes me like 53 years old but whatever. As if they’re going to question the new girl.
I sort of had a mini meltdown at the new house this weekend because I started to realize I am actually moving there.
And apparently I wasn’t hiding it so well because my my broker kept asking, “Are you ok?”
At which point I gave her a longwinded response about my hesitations about leaving the city but knowing it’s best for our family. And then I sort of realized she’s not my therapist so I stopped talking.
The girls seemed pretty happy in the new house. What with their new garbage disposal and all.
Although I don’t think they’re terribly picky. Because when we were looking at different towns I had the following conversation with Dylan…
“So do you like this town?”
“Can you imagine living here?”
“What do you like most about it?”
“The brownie I had for lunch.”
So remind me to pack brownies when we move.
mama bird notes:
Contributing mama Daphne Biener wasn’t really expecting to raise a star athlete. But somehow the family is off to the junior olympics this summer. Click on contributing mamas to read more.
For New York City mamas… proposed budget cuts could have a devastating effect on our local libraries – resulting in the the elimination of at least 2,000 children’s programs, including storytimes and after school programs like arts and crafts.
To help, just click here and you will be directed to a page called “Keep Your Library Open” and find out how you can help. It literally took me seconds to send a few emails to my elected officials. Thanks mamas!