I have been thinking about it for a long time. With Drew finished with high school, I no longer am constrained by the 15 mile law about where I can live. Our apartment was strategically located so that I lived 14.9 miles from Charles Finney High School and was eligible for busing for Drew. After a disastrous experience with car pooling the first year, this was a better solution for me. It took some hunting to find a place that qualified, but I have been happy where we are. Its an older complex, but has lots of green space and the neighbors are nice. Still, it doesn't heat or cool well and its worn down.
I'd like to move closer to work and save myself some time and gas. I looked at places within walking distance of the college, but either they are nice and too expensive, or not desirable or safe places to live. I expanded the radius and rediscovered a place Drew and I had both liked in our initial search for a bus allowing place. We look again. Yes, it is a wonderful place with lots of amenities lacking in my current place. I can't afford a 2 bedroom, but I can get a 1 bedroom.
We toss the idea around for awhile, writing lists of pros and cons, exploring co-renting ideas, calculating differences in costs (free laundry in the new place, $50/ month minimum spent in laundry costs in the old place - you get the idea). We pray about it. I have a peace about moving forward but I am not in a hurry. Then suddenly something inside me urges me to act on the idea and to do it immediately.
I walk into the office and state my decision. The agent in the outer office purses her lips and tells me they may not have anything until mid to late fall, but the manager in the inner office motions me to come in, tells me there is in fact, something available, and draws me a map to go scope out the location. I do not need to go in person. I accept on the spot and plunk down my administrative fee. Done! She tells me that these places go like hot cakes and she knows they don't stay open for long. They barely have time to turn them over.
I walk out of the office in a happy daze. That was quick, but I have a sense that it is important that I make this change and make it now. I have learned to trust these inner urges - call them what you will. I would not be at all surprised to learn later that this was a key decision. It's one of those things where you know forces well beyond your understanding (I call it Holy Ghost guidance) are watching out for you. So. August 1 is the move date. I am weeding out and preparing the best I can. It will be a nice change.
I'd like to move closer to work and save myself some time and gas. I looked at places within walking distance of the college, but either they are nice and too expensive, or not desirable or safe places to live. I expanded the radius and rediscovered a place Drew and I had both liked in our initial search for a bus allowing place. We look again. Yes, it is a wonderful place with lots of amenities lacking in my current place. I can't afford a 2 bedroom, but I can get a 1 bedroom.
We toss the idea around for awhile, writing lists of pros and cons, exploring co-renting ideas, calculating differences in costs (free laundry in the new place, $50/ month minimum spent in laundry costs in the old place - you get the idea). We pray about it. I have a peace about moving forward but I am not in a hurry. Then suddenly something inside me urges me to act on the idea and to do it immediately.
I walk into the office and state my decision. The agent in the outer office purses her lips and tells me they may not have anything until mid to late fall, but the manager in the inner office motions me to come in, tells me there is in fact, something available, and draws me a map to go scope out the location. I do not need to go in person. I accept on the spot and plunk down my administrative fee. Done! She tells me that these places go like hot cakes and she knows they don't stay open for long. They barely have time to turn them over.
I walk out of the office in a happy daze. That was quick, but I have a sense that it is important that I make this change and make it now. I have learned to trust these inner urges - call them what you will. I would not be at all surprised to learn later that this was a key decision. It's one of those things where you know forces well beyond your understanding (I call it Holy Ghost guidance) are watching out for you. So. August 1 is the move date. I am weeding out and preparing the best I can. It will be a nice change.
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