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When we bought our house back in 2004, we never planned on living there much more than 10 years. It's in a nice, small neighborhood in a an area of about 150,000 people. The grade/Jr High school is a great one, it's very small (my daughter's grade is currently 17 kids...yes, grade), and the school rates pretty well. It's rather underfunded, but they do well with what they have. Sadly, in high school she'd dump into a much larger school of around 1200 students...a school that does not rate well and one that has many issues. Because of this, we had planned to move some time before she was in Jr High. She's currently in 5th grade so we figured now was the time. Going to a different school from 6th-12th should be plenty of time for her to re-root.
After looking at homes in various towns, we settled on a home in a small community about 30 min away from where we live now (the main town is 2000 people). The school rates very well and the HS has a student population of around 300-350 kids.
Long story short, found a house, made an offer, listed our house, it sold in 11 days. We've been moving/pending since Oct 31st, we close this Thurs.
Either way, at first my daughter was extremely excited about the move. My wife and myself tried to warn her that this would be happy/sad but she had no point of reference. Sun night was our last night in the house, movers came yesterday to get the big stuff out, we're now at a friend's house until closing on Thurs.
Last night she had a breakdown...and it broke my heart. Just before bed, she stood there quietly sobbing, telling us she wanted to go home and that she no longer wanted to move. In her tiny world, she's just new to all of this. I felt so bad for her.
We told her that it was going to be ok, and that once we moved in her stuff would all be there and it would feel more like home. We did our best to tell her that "home" is wherever we all are, not necessarily a building. She came around a bit...but I can still see it in her eyes.
Thankfully, her current school agreed to let her finish the year there, so at least this won't be as much of an ice bath as it could have been.
When we bought our house back in 2004, we never planned on living there much more than 10 years. It's in a nice, small neighborhood in a an area of about 150,000 people. The grade/Jr High school is a great one, it's very small (my daughter's grade is currently 17 kids...yes, grade), and the school rates pretty well. It's rather underfunded, but they do well with what they have. Sadly, in high school she'd dump into a much larger school of around 1200 students...a school that does not rate well and one that has many issues. Because of this, we had planned to move some time before she was in Jr High. She's currently in 5th grade so we figured now was the time. Going to a different school from 6th-12th should be plenty of time for her to re-root.
After looking at homes in various towns, we settled on a home in a small community about 30 min away from where we live now (the main town is 2000 people). The school rates very well and the HS has a student population of around 300-350 kids.
Long story short, found a house, made an offer, listed our house, it sold in 11 days. We've been moving/pending since Oct 31st, we close this Thurs.
Either way, at first my daughter was extremely excited about the move. My wife and myself tried to warn her that this would be happy/sad but she had no point of reference. Sun night was our last night in the house, movers came yesterday to get the big stuff out, we're now at a friend's house until closing on Thurs.
Last night she had a breakdown...and it broke my heart. Just before bed, she stood there quietly sobbing, telling us she wanted to go home and that she no longer wanted to move. In her tiny world, she's just new to all of this. I felt so bad for her.
We told her that it was going to be ok, and that once we moved in her stuff would all be there and it would feel more like home. We did our best to tell her that "home" is wherever we all are, not necessarily a building. She came around a bit...but I can still see it in her eyes.
Thankfully, her current school agreed to let her finish the year there, so at least this won't be as much of an ice bath as it could have been.