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(Un)Settled
Everyone loves to talk about real estate in all of its forms. In New York, it is a conversational gambit as reliable as the weather and much safer than chatting about religion or politics and, as a close friend of mine put it: "No matter how big or small your apartment is, you always want one more room."
I suppose that is true because we decided to move a couple of years ago and the pressure has only gotten greater since then. Now I find I do a lot of work in the dark, typing with a sleeping Sebastian behind me. Sometimes I hide out in the bathroom if Felix is being especially clingy.
So, you ask, why don't we do something about this? We have, actually. Or maybe I should say: "we are doing something but nothing is happening." We are in the process of waiting for our next abode to be ready to admit us and as the days tick by the issues that come with moving mount. In the middle of last week, we learned we had to find some sort of temporary housing. Panic ensued. Various solutions have been tried and rejected. (We need to find a place for a couple of months but it is really unclear how long we'll be living in the in-between, and that is just part of the problem.)
The first time we were supposed to move I was pregnant and in a panic about work and child care. The second time we were supposed to move I was in the hospital having just had a baby. The third time we were supposed to move, Felix was just starting school. Each of these moments I was actually happy not to have to move. But now we can't stay in our house any longer and this is quite tricky, what with the holidays all upon us and all. Nothing brings on the cheer like moving.
Of course there is also the problem of having a child who is savvy enough to know what is going on. After a visit to one possible place (rejected) Felix turned quite freakish. Another solution has presented itself and my husband asked if I wanted to try it out on the children and I have to admit, I nixed that plan. I can't give the kid that much power. If he said "no" (and he absolutely would) what would we do, start looking again? Or would we just ignore him and make him feel crappy because we didn't listen to him? As it is, I talked to his teachers, came up with a semi-plan that will at least make me feel that I am doing something instead of nothing, and beyond that, I am hoping for the best.
But after being scolded by a real estate agent (for no good reason), crying on the telephonic shoulder of another (who deserves a prize), and amused by a third, I feel I have taken a strong sip of this heady industry and am ready to retreat from it.
I have a sense of what I can to do improve things for Felix (Sebastian isn't in a position to care too much yet, which is excellent, and I am hoping that the terrier will be accommodating), but I don't know how to stabilize the situation for myself. Due to sleep training issues my drink of choice lately has been coffee.
But I'll take any other tips about how to prepare a child for a move you have on hand.
posted by Elise at 11:40 AM
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