Back to the Drawing Board

Remember that house that we loved?  We've moved on.  Not just from the house, but from the entire area.  From the entire plan.  Hubby made the very grown up decision to voice his opinion that his commute would be too long.  Once we have babies, he wants to be able to hurry home from work to spend time with them.  Which I totally understand.

But.

I am not a naturally flexible person.  I am a planner.  This is difficult for me.  I have been planning for one thing for the last few months and now it's all for nothing.

So I breathe, and I move on.  Now Hubby is looking at new jobs in other companies.  Many of these companies happen to be right around where I grew up.  Only a 45 minute drive from where we live now.  The area is a great fit and I would be totally comfortable and blissful living there. 

But since it is such a fabulous area, we're no longer looking at almost-brand-new houses.  We're looking at townhouses or places that were built in the 80's.  We were both born in the 80's (or earlier).  I don't particularly want a house that's as old as I am.

This is what marriage is about.  This is what growing up is about.  Compromise.  Working together.  Loving each other.  Letting it go.  Making sacrifices. 

Growing up is hard.

But at least I am lucky enough to have the most wonderful Hubby in the world to do it with. Pin It