Warning: Long Post
We are in the New Hampshire segment of "vacation". We enjoyed a lovely three weeks living at my Mom's, and were sad to leave the beautiful weather we were enjoying there. But it is nice to be here with Paul's family. It has been a nice quiet visit so far, mostly just trying to stay warm. Although Paul, his Dad and sister, Amanda went skiing on Saturday. I was invited, but wasn't ready to leave the baby for quite so long... and honestly don't think I would have enjoyed myself skiing in twenty degree weather. I am more of a Springtime skier. Mid-thirties and above is my ideal skiing weather (if there is such a thing...) :)
Paul's parents have their basement set up to accomodate our little family, and Paul's dad graciously informed me that we were allowed to keep the heat turned as high as we wish down there. It was a sweet gesture, because the Christensen's are notorious for their energy saving wintertime practices. They have been 'green' since way before it was popular to do so. And even though I only turn up the heat when the girls and I spend time down there during the day (which is not too often), it is nice to feel like I have a little control over our little space. Ella and I spent time drawing downstairs while Char was napping today, and it almost felt like our normal life again. How I miss our life. You would think that having your husband home for two months to co-parent with you would be a dream come true. And while I truly have enjoyed being with Paul, and he has really stepped up to the plate and taken a fair share of the parenting load... for some reason, I just don't love it. I think I miss having sole-stewardship over my home and children, because I have been sharing it not only with Paul, but with our parents as well.
Oh well, soon enough life will get back to normal, and I'm sure, to some extent I will miss these strange and lovely days filled with family.
We found an apartment. Yes. You read that correctly.
I still don't know if I'm happy about it. Paul and I were always going to rent in Dallas (because we won't know for several months if we'll be there permanently), but I was dead set on renting a house. I wanted a yard. And a garage to keep my power tools. And two living areas. And four bedrooms. And hardwood floors.
And honestly, we mostly looked at houses. Actually, I think that the apartment we picked was the only one we actually toured. Weird. But the longer we looked, and the more houses we saw, the more I realized that that apartment was somehow the right choice for our little family. There are a million logical reasons to live in an apartment. (Well, at least five or six.) But there was a spiritual component as well. Part of that, I think was a realization that the biggest reason I wanted to live in a house was my own pride. I wanted the status symbol of living in a house, even if we were only renting it. I wanted people to come over and think, "Oh, what a nice house." And I don't really think there is anything wrong with wanting that. Really, there is nothing wrong with wanting people to feel comfortable and pleased with your home. BUT, there is something wrong with wanting that at the expense of more important factors. And right now, we have factors trump living in a house.
If you care, I will tell you. But this post is getting too long already, so if you don't care, pretend I just wrote a witty conclusion and move on to the next blog. But I like to know the nitty gritty details of people's lives. Otherwise, I think they're hiding something really juicy. So, in the spirit of broadcasting how boring we are:
- Paul's office is a short walk away from a DART train station. And so is the apartment we picked (a different apartment from last summer, though. There was no way I was going to live in a one-bedroom again!) Yea for car-free travel to work! It was hard to find a nice neighborhood within walking distance to a train station... shocking, I know.
- Paul loved our relaxing summer routine of going to the pool every evening before bed, and he really wanted to be close enough to a pool to do so without getting loaded in the car.
- We plan on starting a couple of small side-businesses to get our entrepruenurial feet wet, and honestly, it is just more cost-efficient (read: cheap) to live in an apartment, which will free up some capital for the businesses.
- We have another financial goal to save enough money to own a house outright in five years (we'll see how that goes). Another reason for saving money every month.
- Houses nearly always beg for a few specific peices of furniture to compliment the basics that we have, and fill it up nicely. I was actually excited about this aspect of living in a house (we got rid of a LOT of furniture when we moved out of our house in Idaho), but again, cost-efficiency is a priority.
- I read this article a while ago and felt inspired. So the plan is to see how little we can use our car while living in Dallas. (And hopefully get away with not buying another one or replacing our dying old girl for a while.) And the apartment is in a really nice location for biking to all of our regular 'haunts'. (You know, the library, the grocery store, a couple of parks, even the church.) We own the bike cart. Just not the bike. :) Besides being very close to a rail station for downtown jaunts.
So. We're living in an apartment. It is a three bedroom, which is nice. And I've decided to build a murphy bed for the playroom, so we have room for guests! Come visit!