I went on to say that because of this, I've decided to sell our house and strike while the iron is hot.
Now, anyone who knows me would absolutely not believe that statement. This past June, The Child and I finally moved into the house of my dreams in the neighborhood of my dreams.
However, The Child was apparently taken in by my prelude about the seller's market. I even went so far as to ask him where he hoped we'd live next.
He seemed a bit taken aback, but did not question my declaration about selling the house. He said he'd think about where he wanted to live next and took off on his bike to spend time with friends.
About 90 minutes later, I received a text from The Child: "It's April first, mom. You aren't really selling the house." And of course, I confirmed that he was right.
|shops in our neighborhood|
I'm surprised that it took him so long. I have raved about this neighborhood throughout his life, explaining in great and excessive detail why I wanted to live here. It's not an exaggeration to say that it's been an obsession of mine. The Child largely went along with it. I remember a few years ago when I almost bought a house here. (It never happened because I was unsuccessful at selling my old house.) We were both really psyched about it and devastated when it didn't work out. We had spent a lot of time in this neighborhood so his favorite places to eat and shop were here.
In fact, on Easter 2012, the buyers of my old house finally showed up. My realtor had decided on a whim to hold my house open that day even though Easter was not a day most people spent going on house tours. I had just had my kitchen renovated, which my realtor said was mandatory, and I was hoping that was enough to make the small house appeal to someone. And it was.
What happened this past Sunday (Easter 2013) demonstrated why I wanted to live here. That morning I was up early feeding the birds and squirrels when suddenly I realized that I hadn't yet bought an Easter basket for The Child. I didn't have to fire up the car and drive to some suburban Walmart. Nope! I just walked out the back door, through my yard with all of the trees I just planted last summer, through the urban park which is my favorite in the area and onto the street shown in the photo above. A few blocks away was a small neighborhood shop with plenty of baskets, trinkets and chocolate bunnies. My decision to move here was validated again that day, as it is so frequently.
And that's no joke, April Fool's or otherwise.
|the neighborhood at night|