Oh Right, We Moved

this is neither our old house or new house, but I thought the sky was too pretty to ignore 

After yesterday's post about decluttering, which was a thinly veiled way to announce that we moved, the questions started flooding in. Did you sell your house? Where did you move to? Are you buying or renting? What made you want to move? How's the new commute? Did the cats make the cut, or were they donated to Good Will?

Brent and I have known for some time now that we wanted to move back to Boston. After we got married and moved out to the 'burbs, we thought, this is it! Now our life can begin! But our life had begun years earlier, when we met in Boston. We made friends and memories in Boston. We both still worked in Boston when we moved (which I promptly changed b/c I couldn't deal w/ that commute). We didn't need a big move into a big house to jump start our life together.

Being out in the 'burbs had it's advantages. A massive yard. Ample closet space. And the parking! Don't even get me started. Parking everywhere. Whole lots devoted to it. We started exploring a lot of trails and got pretty into biking. Cycling? Is that the term? Pedal bikes, not motorbikes, in any case. 

But we were spending a lot of time driving back and forth between Boston and our town. Visits to New Hampshire to see Brent's family were a huge ordeal. Poor Brent, who never complained, had nearly a 3 hour commute, round trip. What were we doing? 

We moved out of the city to get more space, to find a big house and fill it with all the trimmings that come w/ suburban living; a John Deere mower, patio furniture, a snowblower and weed wacker and all the other stuff Home Depot sells that is way too adult for me. It was like playing house when you're a kid; I don't know what the hell I'm doing out here w/ this roof rake (b/c WTF is a roof rake?) but I'll just pretend b/c I'M A HOMEOWNER. 

If you own a home out in the 'burbs, that's great! Whatever your living situation, as long as it works for you, is great. In a city, on a farm, in a colonial, in a garden apartment, you do you. We weren't great way out in our big house on our half acre of land 45 miles from the city. We missed the people, the food, the pace, the thrum of city living. We knew we had to move back.

We sold our home, bought a condo in Dorchester, and Brent's commute is infinitely better. The cats are setting up shop in all the windows and clean piles of clothes they can find. We're steps from neighborhood mainstay bars and restaurants, and a ten minute walk to the library and train, my two biggest must-haves. It's an adjustment back to city living, but one that we're thrilled to make. 

And to answer your most burning question: no, the roof rake did not make the move. Some of the patio furniture did, but if you're joining us al fresco, BYO chair just in case.