I should be in bed. But Kaylon is playing his Xbox and I've had a long day, so I'm destressing on the computer. Fun stuff.
We drove out to Manassas today. A good friend took Grace and Liliana for me, so it was just us and Moira. We met a realtor and he showed us a townhouse for rent. It didn't have a backyard, so it was immediately off my list. He printed a list off for us to look at and choose from for next time. We picked out 2- one we like better than the other- so we shall see.
But overall, we really liked the area. It's laid out better there- less crowded and yet more condensed. Any store or restaurant you could want (expect maybe the Cheesecake Factory) is on this one street. The parking lots are big. The streets are big. It's well manicured. It's suburban, not urban. And I like that. I really liked that everything was right there, instead of having to drive up and down the 270.
And believe it or not that made me feel guilty! I feel at peace about moving there- I think it's the best thing for our family- but I feel guilty. See, any other time we moved it was because we needed more space or Kaylon got a new job. It was a necessity. But this time it's a choice. A judgement that one place is better than another (for us anyway). But I feel like I'm betraying our home here- our friends, our ward, our favorite family walk spots. We're gonna make this huge change that we don't have to- walking away- and I have nothing to blame it on but myself. Not that we could stay in THIS house, but if we really wanted to we could stay in the Village. But we don't. And that's hard to admit because I am really going to miss my friends here. I'm going to miss my routine, and serving in the primary, and knowing how to find my way around town. But I can't deny that this is going to be good for our family- financially and otherwise.
It's time to move on... but it will be a hard 2 months preparing to do it.