I know, I know, we just moved. Life happened and we have found ourselves in San Antonio: my childhood city. I am so excited to raise my kids in my hometown. We will be closer to my family and my kids will have an entire slew of cousins to see as much as they want.
Yes, we were sad to leave Marshall. We gave up a lot to get there and get settled and I had lots of plans for the land and for homeschooling the kids; now, I’m not so sure but more on that later.
When we found out that we would be moving (again), I headed to San Antonio first to start scoping out possible areas for us to buy a house. My mother had been laid off, in a FIFO situation from her pharmacy position and was taking advantage of it by relaxing (which she never does!). We moved in with her and the kids gave her a run for her money and peace-n-quiet. I knew that being a full-time grandma would be good for and give me an opportunity to look for a house.
I was connected with an amazing relator and we got to work. Ms. Teresa, from Brown Reality, asked all the standard questions: What part of town do you want to live in?, How many rooms? Baths?, What style of home do you like? We hashed out all of the details and started the search.
In the end, we looked at about 30 homes. First off, I would like to say that HGTV had my expectations all out of whack. I figured I would see 3-5 houses and find my dream home. WRONG. So, so, wrong.
When I first saw the house that we would eventually purchase, I got that good vibes, butterflies in the stomach kind-of-feeling. Red wasn’t in town so I had to Face Time him while I was at the house to show him all the details. Ultimately, he trusted what I said about the house and we put in our bid. The house, at that point, had been on the market for less than 12 hours but I knew it would move quick. By the end of the day, the house had 9 bids, ours included, and so we waited. The seller reached out to all of the bidders asking for “highest and best” but we didn’t budge. We had gone all in on our first offer and had nowhere else to go. We wanted to buy our first home, cash, outright, with no payments and our offer reflected that.
Three days later, Ms. Teresa received a call letting us know that our offer had been accepted. We were so excited but (of course) nothing good comes easy. Ms. T called me as I was leaving town and I would not be returning for 3 days and I worried that the seller would think that we were flaking and accept another offer. They were assured, through several phone calls that we absolutely were going to buy the home.
Red and I made it back into town, did our last walk-through and met with the sellers to sign all of the very intimidating paperwork. They handed us the keys and that was it! We are now officially homeowners.
After two kids, three apartments, one rental home, and an entire year of moving from city to city we officially have planted roots. The kiddos get their own rooms and we actually have a spare room to boot.
2018 has been a hell of a journey for us. Now, we are off to Puerto Rico for a much-needed vacation while our house sits for some time with a lot of boxes and tape on the ground. I almost cancelled our trip because of the move to San Antonio but I knew I would regret it. I did what I could in the month after purchase leading up to our trip and then wiped my hands clean of the moving project for the time being. This vacation was exactly what the doctor ordered.
Puerto Rico, here we come!
Until next time.
It’s only the end of May and 2018 has already proved to be one hell of a year. First off, my grandmother died in January. It was hell because she was such a huge part of both my childhood and adult-life. My mother was also the primary care giver for her for several years prior to her death and I began to worry that she (my mom) wouldn’t know what to do with herself when her mother died. On several occasions, I mentioned to my husband (Red) that if she didn’t already have grandchildren, my children, I would be seriously worried that she would wither up and die after my grandmother was gone. So, when Rose, my grandmother, finally passed, I began taking the trip to San Antonio from Houston every weekend to spend time with my mom. And then we, Red and I, decided to move….out of town.
February was spent traveling to visit my mom on the weekends and then packing boxes and traveling to Marshall during the week. This has been the slowest moving experience ever. It sucks. Really, really, sucks. I already hate moving. Everything about it causes my anxiety to rise and that was before the addition of children.
I also pulled the kids from their prep-school. To save the money, yes, but to give us more freedom to come and go from Houston as we needed to. Now my kids–my extremely active, easily excited and easily bored kids–are with me all day. Guess how my high my productivity has been? Yikes. February was brutal.
April was a hodgepodge of living in two houses at once, as our ranch house starts to fill up and our Houston house starts to empty. Not the most ideal situation but we rolled with the punches.
May has still been a little hectic, what with us trying to unpack and figure out a real groove. I am starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. The kids are going to, seriously, thrive on the ranch. We have already wrangled up some horses that we have lovingly named: Spirit, Chica Linda and Peppermint Stick. We still have a few left to name.
We plan on getting pigs and chickens and starting a garden. I’ve recently realized that we are on the verge of homesteading and that’s pretty exciting.
Life has taken and given a lot to this family in 2018 already. Let’s see what happens next.