One afternoon a few weeks ago, my husband got a voicemail from a recruiter.
When he came home that night, we walked around our neighborhood, following A on her tricycle, talking about the possibility of a new job and a new city—a place I never saw myself living.
He was certain I was going to veto the whole thing from the outset, but I wanted to know more. Sure, it would be a radical change, but it sounded like a great opportunity for my husband, professionally, and for our family.
You see, as much as I’ve loved living outside Washington, DC, it’s insanely expensive, with a cost of living that’s about 50% higher than the national average. So it’s really difficult to create opportunities for your family. We’ve been wanting to buy a bigger home with more space for the girls, a backyard, and better schools, but we just can’t. Not on one income, at least.
So when this recruiter called about a great job in an area known for a much cheaper cost of living, I was curious.
Well, one new suit, an interview, a house-hunting trip, and countless calls with realtors, movers, and mortgage lenders later, we’re leaving Virginia! But not without a whole bunch of chaos.
We thought finding a house in a part of the country neither of us had ever been to was going to be the hard part.
Turns out, that was easy! We stumbled upon the perfect place, our dream home, on Day 3 of our house-hunting trip. The real trouble is selling our current home and trying to make the sale, the purchase, and the move coincide perfectly.
Besides the logistics, the practical matter of keeping our home spotless 24/7 just in case a buyer appears at our door is enough to put a SAHM right over the edge. Naptimes that were once strictly reserved for blogging and “me time” are now dominated by dusting, scrubbing toilets, and fussing over smudged glass. To top it all off, we don’t even know exactly when we’re leaving: could be two or three weeks; could be two or three months.
In spite of the turmoil, we’ve been diligently checking things off our family’s DC Metro “bucket list” each week. Last week, we got tickets to go to the top of the newly reopened Washington Monument (A’s request). This week, we spent a day at the National Harbor. Next week, it’s my turn: we’re having family photos done by Leigh Walston-Hamamgian, who you’ll recognize from our sidebar as the woman who photographed me and Sarah in the fall.
Since then, three of my friends have taken gorgeous family photos with Leigh! Now, I want my turn before we head out of town. I don’t usually end up in a lot of photos, since I’m the one behind the camera, and my husband’s photography skills leave a LOT to be desired (love you, sweetheart!). Plus, there’s this spot in the new house, in the entryway, that I think would be perfect for a family photo.
In the last couple of days, I’ve been toying with what we’ll all wear, pulling together outfits I think look cohesive without being too matchy-matchy. Here’s what I’m thinking:
Outfit Group #1
I like this look because it’s a little old-fashioned: the lace on Baby J’s dress and the rosettes on mine; A’s denim jumper (didn’t we all wear these as kids??) plays well with dad’s chambray.
Outfit Group #2
Here’s something a little more modern, a little more…pink and ruffly.
I’ve also got an appointment to get my hair colored before the photos, for the first time in…forever. I’ve been searching Pinterest for just the right shade.
Wish us luck with our family photos (and the move)! I’ll keep you posted.