I have lived in this house for nearly five years. That's a long time for a renter of my age, I must say. The homestead didn't really get started until Shawn moved in almost 3 years ago. But since then we have worked on this home as if it were our own and have really come to know it very well, flaws and all. We always knew that it was a rental and it wouldn't be forever, but also wanted to make the most of it and our very lenient landlord. We refinished the hardwood floors two years ago, and have made major improvements to the yards by taking down dead bushes, planting new plants, and in general cleaning it up to make it functional for our needs. Needless to say, all of this hard work will stay here when we move.
|Will the new place a have a chicken perch?|
So why don't we stay here? To put it bluntly, this house scares me. There are a lot of elements that have been jury-rigged and we don't know how sound the plumbing or the electrical system is. The kitchen needs a major update and the layout is a little weird. The house is fine as a house for young renters, but it doesn't fit our needs as a new soon-to-be-married couple who is thinking about starting a family in the next several years. Basically, it's time to move on.
|Mabel's ashes are in the garden bed as well.|
In the end, it will all work out. We're looking forward to upgrading to a home that we can call our home for real. It will be nice to make improvements to it knowing we'll be able to enjoy them for a long time and I will welcome the feeling of permanency. My sadness of leaving this place will pass and will quickly be replaced by the joy of a new beginning and a new life with all the creatures and elements that make me the happy person that I am.