Brenda Shares, We moved…to a house! I never thought I’d move out...
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We moved…to a house! I never thought I’d move out of the city into a house in the suburbs but here we are. The really crazy part? I LOVE it. I love the quiet, having our own space (and so much of it!) and most of all, I like that I can have people over without feeling cramped. We’re only renting it for now but I can already tell, we’re going to want to buy it.  A couple of months after Charlie was born, it became obvious that we were going to need more space. Our tiny, two bedroom apartment had been perfect for the two of us but our tiny, baby girl took up much more room than we had anticipated. Try pacing around a small room with a screaming infant - it’s enough to drive you slightly insane. There was also the matter of trying to be quiet during her naps and after she went to sleep for the night. We would basically sit around in silence until it was time to go to bed or we’d end up arguing because the constant shushing was putting us on edge. Conor and I said we would stay in our apartment until our lease was up in May but I couldn’t help but browse Craigslist and see what was out there. We looked at a bunch of 3 bedroom apartments in our neighborhood but none of them had that wow factor. We both hate moving so if we were going to break out lease, pack up and go, it had to be for something good. We found a great split-level, three bed bedroom apartment but the rent was sky high. I realized for the amount we’d spend on an apartment in the city, we could have a house just a few miles down the road.  I had so many hang ups about moving to the suburbs - my teenage self was looking at me and saying, “Really, Brenda? A house? In the suburbs? So not cool!” I had this ridiculous idea in my head that I would change, lose myself somehow. My highschool years were spent dreaming about getting out of the suburbs and there I was, ready to go back. I really needed to get over my preconceived notions and just do it. I needed to stop viewing the world through my insecure, high school eyes.   It turns out, I haven’t lost myself in this process - I actually feel more me than I have in a long time. When I come home to this house, I feel happy - proud of where I’m at in life. I love sitting Charlie on the kitchen counter and interacting with her while I cook dinner (something I couldn’t do in our apartment) and I love that after Charlie goes to sleep upstairs, Conor can go into the office and create music without waking her up.  I didn’t realize how limited I felt in our apartment until moving into this house. We’ve only lived here for 18 days and I’ve already had guests over a handful of times. I’m excited about hosting Christmas this year and throwing Charlie’s first birthday party. I often find myself staring out the kitchen into the backyard and imagining Charlie running around. For the first time in my life, I’m thinking about putting some roots down - it’s scary but I think I’m ready.

We moved…to a house! I never thought I’d move out of the city into a house in the suburbs but here we are. The really crazy part? I LOVE it. I love the quiet, having our own space (and so much of it!) and most of all, I like that I can have people over without feeling cramped. We’re only renting it for now but I can already tell, we’re going to want to buy it. 

A couple of months after Charlie was born, it became obvious that we were going to need more space. Our tiny, two bedroom apartment had been perfect for the two of us but our tiny, baby girl took up much more room than we had anticipated. Try pacing around a small room with a screaming infant - it’s enough to drive you slightly insane. There was also the matter of trying to be quiet during her naps and after she went to sleep for the night. We would basically sit around in silence until it was time to go to bed or we’d end up arguing because the constant shushing was putting us on edge.

Conor and I said we would stay in our apartment until our lease was up in May but I couldn’t help but browse Craigslist and see what was out there. We looked at a bunch of 3 bedroom apartments in our neighborhood but none of them had that wow factor. We both hate moving so if we were going to break out lease, pack up and go, it had to be for something good. We found a great split-level, three bed bedroom apartment but the rent was sky high. I realized for the amount we’d spend on an apartment in the city, we could have a house just a few miles down the road. 

I had so many hang ups about moving to the suburbs - my teenage self was looking at me and saying, “Really, Brenda? A house? In the suburbs? So not cool!” I had this ridiculous idea in my head that I would change, lose myself somehow. My highschool years were spent dreaming about getting out of the suburbs and there I was, ready to go back. I really needed to get over my preconceived notions and just do it. I needed to stop viewing the world through my insecure, high school eyes.  

It turns out, I haven’t lost myself in this process - I actually feel more me than I have in a long time. When I come home to this house, I feel happy - proud of where I’m at in life. I love sitting Charlie on the kitchen counter and interacting with her while I cook dinner (something I couldn’t do in our apartment) and I love that after Charlie goes to sleep upstairs, Conor can go into the office and create music without waking her up. 

I didn’t realize how limited I felt in our apartment until moving into this house. We’ve only lived here for 18 days and I’ve already had guests over a handful of times. I’m excited about hosting Christmas this year and throwing Charlie’s first birthday party. I often find myself staring out the kitchen into the backyard and imagining Charlie running around. For the first time in my life, I’m thinking about putting some roots down - it’s scary but I think I’m ready.

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