Knowing that James isn’t going to be little forever, and that it’s going to continually get harder and harder to carry him up the stairs at our condo, we started shopping for houses a couple of months ago. When we first got married, one of Stacy’s mom’s rules was that we couldn’t live further than 10 minutes or 10 miles from her. Somehow, she allowed us to buy our current place, which is a little bit outside of that radius. It’s more like 20 minutes or 20 miles.
Now that we’re looking for a new place to move into, we have been looking at moving closer to Stacy’s parents. Most of James’ doctors are over that way, too, so it would be easier to get him to his appointments. Unfortunately, we have run into a few snags. The closer we get to her mom’s, the more expensive it gets. We have looked at a few places and even put a couple of offers on a place that we thought was nice and that we could afford. Unfortunately, we’ve decided to pass on that house. After going through an inspection and finding out that the house had some flooding issues, and getting estimates of almost $6,000 for repairs, we just couldn’t do it.
Stacy was an elementary special ed teacher, so she knows what school districts in the area have good special ed programs. The latest problem we ran into is that the district that Stacy was hoping to move into—and that was closer to her mom and dad—might be outsourcing their special needs kids in a few years. If that were to happen, James would be transported about 30 minutes away. No thank you!
We’re trying to stay optimistic, but it’s getting harder. We’ve still got a little bit of time before James goes to preschool, so we’ve still got time to find something.
