Moving on down

I’ve written before about the fact that we live on a cliff and have a pool not 10 feet from the back door and that perhaps this isn’t the best kid house on the block.  If we want to go play outside, we have to GO somewhere to play.  We’ve rigged our back deck to be a small jail – all enclosed with a latch that no one under the age of 5 should be able to open for escape.  And our back yard, the yard part that there is, is at least 3 feet higher than the pool deck and only gets higher from there.  And it’s sloped and full of dog crap.  As for playing in the front yard, if Courtney were to take one step out of the garage, she’d go tumbling down the driveway, ass over teakettle, never to be see again.  And really, there’s no yard out front anyway.

And Courtney is as outdoor girl.  She stands at the door to the back deck whining to be let out in the 8000 degree heat at the worst part of the day.  And since there’s no shade, and it’s 8000 degrees with 148% humidity, I don’t let her go and she just whines more.  And oddly, when towns build parks, they tear down all the trees to put in these jungle gym contraptions so going to the park is no better, it’s just as hot without any shade.  Now, we live in the south so hot is the name of the game but death by pool or driveway/cliff is not the game that I want to play.

So we’ve been debating selling the house.  And we’ve pretty much decided that we’re going to have to move.  Which makes me want to gouge my eyes out and run for the hills.  Or at least the beach.  It took the big, honking, HUGE movers something like 7 hours to get us into this house, and we had much less crap then than we do now, getting out should be faster but that’s only because everything will be broken once it falls off the cliff trying to get to the truck.

But what this all boils down to is money.  Go figure.  We’re going to lose our shirts, we know that.  The question is: are we comfortable losing our pants too?  No, we’re not.  So our window is small as to what we can and are willing to sell the house for.  It’s a nice house, and if there were no Courtney and no Segundo, we would be just fine here.  But I’m not willing to put the safety and well being of my children at risk.  I’m just not.  So, we’re 99% sure that we’re going to list the house.  We’re just going to do an inspection/appraisal and see what the market can stand and as long as those numbers match up with what we think we can list it for, a sign should be going up in the yard next week.

There’s nothing like potentially moving in July or August in Georgia when you’re 6 or 7 or 8 months pregnant.  I can hardly wait.