A lot has happened in four months. My son started high school, I celebrated 20 years of marriage with my husband, we've had Halloween, Thanksgiving, and we bought a new house.
It's always a huge deal to buy a home. Ours have been years in the making. We bought a home 11 years ago, and since then the neighborhood declined quite a bit. It was never considered a "good" neighborhood since we've bought it, but it was quiet and felt safe. It was just an older neighborhood.
We have been talking about moving for years, but we always dragged our feet. In the last two years it seems that it wasn't unusual for the police to look for people in our back yard, arrest people in front of our house, fights to break out, drug deals to go down, and things to disappear from outside the home. We finally had enough.
It started off that I was too embarrassed to invite people to my home, then to tell people the area I lived. Then I didn't want to be home, but was afraid to leave at the same time. Not knowing what I was going to come home to. When my husband would go away for work I worried someone was going to break in. Our pride in ownership was gone, and the house started to show it.
We are so much happier now. We feel safe in our new house. It's pretty, open, clean, and feels new even in it's 30 years of age. We still have a lot of work to do to make this a home. We hung a couple of pictures and placed furniture, but it still feels like we are a guest here. I can't wait for the day that I feel that this is our home.
Now it's time to prepare our previous home for sell. We need to paint, do repairs, and lay new flooring. I hope this goes quickly so we continue to move forward. We have memories in that house. A lot of good ones, and some bad. I don't regret living there. I would have never met the people we've met or have the church family we have.