This week I've been stopping by the new house to give Loo a look and let him get familiar with the house and street.
It is going to change our lives so much to move into the new house. The neighborhood is so different from our current one. It's all houses, houses and houses and houses, houses with kids and families and people. You can feel the vibe in the air, people are living their lives all around you. Of course, people live their lives all around us here, too, but it's different. We're right on the edge of industrial zoning here so there are commercial properties mixed in with residential just a half block from us. And because of the crack hotel and attendant craziness we have to be much more guarded with the kids. It's just different, the vibe is different.
When we go to the new house, I pull up and point it out to Loo and say "that's our new house! we're going to all move to this house!" and then we get out and I let him climb the stairs and we peek into the window, and Loo does the mailbox (it's one of those old-fashioned free-standing cast-iron ones). Then we go down the stairs and walk a half block either way, stopping to pick up rocks and talk to ants and to pet kitties and jump into piles of leaves and I tell Loo "this is our new neighborhood!" and he skips down the street saying "this is our new neighborhood". He has never played on his own street like that, not once.
I already know, my problem with this new house is going to be loving it and wanting to keep it. I don't know how to describe the feeling I have about it--it's just this feeling of total rightness. We are so supposed to move into this house. It is so right for our family right now. In our current house, Loo doesn't have a yard to play in, he doesn't have a dedicated playspace although he plays all through the house. But what this means is we spend a LOT of time stopping him from doing stuff. All day long it's don't get into the freezer, don't beep the microwave, don't get into those drawers, etc. etc. etc. With most of his toys packed and his parents preoccupied with showing and selling their house and our imminent move, what else is he supposed to do? It's not a very kid-friendly environment for him here. The new house with its safe street and fenced yard and big attic playroom is kid CENTRAL. I can't wait to move in and let him be a kid there.
Tonight we piled into the car and drove over there. I just wanted to go over there. So we drove over to our new block and parked, and strolled down to the new house and explored the stairs and mailbox. Directly across from the house lives a young family, we met them tonight. They have a two year old boy and have been hoping for more boys in the neighborhood (there are girls a few doors down) and have been hoping a family would rent the house. I said to them, "well, here we are!" Their house shares a yard with its next door property, it's this double-yard thing going on and they pointed that out and said it's great for the kids, you'll have to come over.
After that, we walked blocks and blocks and blocks through our new neighborhood and Loo chattered the whole way, clearly happy (and at times, not, but after all he IS two years old ) and on the walk we saw maybe five cars drive by? Do you know how many cars pass our house daily now? Close to a hundred, I'd say, and we're not even on the main drag.
It's just a different kind of neighborhood.
New house, new neighborhood, just you wait. We're coming and we're going to love the hell out of you.