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Moving to the Suburbs

Did I just have my mid life crisis? Actually, I think I had it about 6 months ago when we sold our cute Ranch Style Home on a tree-lined street in an old neighborhood to buy this 5 year old home in a new subdivision 20 minutes away.

Before I start oversharing all the great things of our new house (good things come to those who wait), indulge me to talk about why we left our starter home.

The old house was built in 1976. It was a great 1-story. Soaring ceilings, amazing light, in a great neighborhood. When we bought it over 10 years ago it was perfect for us at the time.

But, the more we lived there, and the more we grew, the house wasn’t growing with us.

I found myself spending more time (read money) on needed repairs to keep the house up, instead of on projects that I wanted to do.

There was the roof leak, and then the A/C went out. The floors never were quite right, and the kitchen that we had big plans to expand, just never quite happened.

I learned where my level for remodeling really was! I’m not a moving walls kind of guy. I prefer the weekend handyman stuff – painting, building and installing cabinets, and moving a couch from this wall to that.

It is so important to know when it is time to move on, and take those next big life steps.

But oddly enough it wasn’t really a conscious decision. It just sort of happened between my wife and myself.

What I’m trying to say is that we didn’t PLAN it.


One Sunday afternoon, sometime around early fall of 2019, we were just sitting on the couch in the old house. I was looking at homes in the MLS for clients (I’m a Realtor), and my wife was fussing with her phone.

“My phone is broken. I need a new one” she said as she looked over to see what I was doing, and what I was going to say.

As she looked over, she saw this photo on my screen:

The black and white cement tile caught her eye.

“What’s that house” she said.

I think I said something like “I don’t know – let’s go get you a new phone and take a look at it while we are out”.

So we hopped in the car, and drove 20 minutes north. During the car ride, we talked about how much the house cost (it was the same price as our current place was worth), what kind of neighborhood this was, and what were the details of the place.

We arrived and I parked in the driveway. Using my Realtor key, I opened the front door (the house had been vacant for a while, but was incredibly clean).

Immediately upon opening the front door, we could see through the entire house, to the large picture windows at the back, and into the canyon where the trees were just starting to change into their fall colors.

Ari, began to run around, looking for all the cool places.

Immediately I knew this was the one.

Of course, I didn’t want to get too excited. Was my wife on the same page? Did she feel the same way? I knew she did when she asked “this place is the same price as our house?”

Translation: We can live here? and our monthly payments will be the same?

“Yes”, I replied. Then I added the fact that since this house was newer, our utility bills and upkeep costs would be much less, even though the house was twice the size.

“well, if you want it, you know what to do”.

And so it started.