The neighbor’s across the street are moving next weekend, and the house will be rented again to a new family.
I’ve been watching them through our living room window for the past few weeks as they’ve sorted and packed and piled the boxes filled with what makes their house a home – their home – into the garage.
Three years ago, I was newly inaugurated into this world of the stay-at-home-mom, as I watched that family, and their next-door neighbors move in to the houses across the street from us in a matter of a few weeks. (yes, we have 3 rental houses across the street from our house!) In the past 5 years that we’ve lived here, we’ve known seven different families whom have lived in those 3 houses. So far, so good. I hate to sound judgmental, because I know we’ve all been in that rental boat at some point in time…but you never know if the next family is gonna be the one that shakes up the energy on the block (in a bad way, of course – we can always use a little good energy shake up, right?!). To be honest, I don’t know if we would have purchased this house knowing about the rentals.
Now it’s time for this family to move on to their new beginnings. And our quiet little street will be busied with movers and moving vans.
Please, please, please let it be a younger family – kinda like mine – maybe even with a bona fide stay-at-home-mom!
I haven’t known a SAHM in real life (plenty via the internet!) since officially joining their ranks. And I think it might be nice to have someone to connect with, and maybe even become friends with…a grown-up BFF perhaps?! Yeah, I won’t hold my breathe. But I will keep my fingers crossed, and my heart open.
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