When I moved to DC more than nine years ago, it was always in my “five year plan” to move home to Denver (even though I haven’t lived there since high school and technically I lived in the ‘burbs anyway). Then we built a pretty great life here — friends, jobs, house, etc — and it seemed like maybe we’d stay. DC is a great city and we absolutely love our neighborhood of Capitol Hill.
We had the twins and started to look at the prices of 3 bedroom houses, and oof. Not really gonna happen! Our choices were for me to work full-time and find a magically cheap child care solution, and/or move to the outer suburbs and spend our lives commuting.
Andrew approached his company about working remotely and they were very supportive of it. Suddenly it felt like the scales tipped toward moving. We could live within minutes of grandparents, buy twice as much house for the same price, and keep the job that supports our family? How could we say no?
Honestly, though, it’s bittersweet. DC has a million things to do (many of them free!). It’s the center of the political universe. We are close to Andrew’s family. We have the world’s best friends here who have supported us through our worst and our best times.
Ultimately we are trying to take the long view and think about the best place for Teddy and Holden to grow up. We hope that we can buy a bigger house where they’ll have room to play, and a yard to run around. Hopefully the public schools will be better and the overall work-life-family balance will be improved for everyone.
As for the logistics — it’s been a busy few months! In May and June we decluttered like crazy people. This house has never in its 104 year history looked so spiffed up! In late June we went on the market and the house sold in 11 days. HURRAH! It wasn’t easy to keep it in showing condition with two little ones, but less than two weeks is pretty much a dream and I can’t complain. Now we are in the period between contract and closing, which means packing.