Moving to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches

Yes, I sang this song. A lot. My son cringed every time -- I can't carry a tune.  It was like therapy to me when I realized what I'd done...

About three months ago, I awoke on a Sunday morning and as is (and has been for years) my ritual, I looked at all the new homes that came on the market.  A small deck house in Carlisle that I'd been watching for a few months had a price change, an open house, and offers due by 5pm.  Let's go look at it, it can't hurt to look.  My kid's soccer game was at noon in Arlington, the open house at 11, sure we can make that work. 

A few hours later in the middle of an 8-year old soccer game, I'm talking to a lender about a mortgage.  And by 8pm that night, had an accepted offer.   

What had I done?

I put the condo on the market, and without much thought said goodbye to my 6 years in Cambridge.

Moving day happened.  The movers were awesome, big plug for Marathon Moving, they moved us out of a 4th floor walk-up without a grumpy face on a stupid hot day. I'm immensely impressed with them.

And now we are here. Absolutely love the house, the land, the area.  

Happy to be here.  Struggling to say goodbye to the condo and the excitement and accessibility of the city, but am looking forward to what life in Carlisle has to offer. It will take some time to get really settled, but I'm not planning on moving again anytime to soon.