Letting It All Out – Rain, #Boston, And A 20 House Tour

The week went by SO quick which is good (and bad). I started in PA and ended in MA. And boy was it a whirlwind of an adventure!

So I can officially say (I think) that we sold our house. We’ve passed the inspection with just a few small things to fix and the appraiser has been out though no verdict on that yet. It feels good. Really good. And really sad at the same time. I am guessing that all of the emotions come flowing in at this point, right? I mean, we love our house. We love our community. I brought all three of my kids home here and they have taken their first steps here. How do you walk away without any emotion? I assume no one does. As excited as I am to move to MA and see what’s in store for us, this has become a transition that is much more difficult than I anticipated. Nothing to do but to keep moving. The plus is that we sold our house to an adorable younger couple that you can tell want to have a family. This is a great house for that (obviously)!

Wednesday, I woke up to a gigantic (totally exaggerating) hole in the front yard. Where they had filled in for the excavation had settled a bit with all of the rain we got. No biggie I was told. It was totally to be expected and they would fill it in when the rain stopped. So…I left the kids with my mom and dad (SAINTS) and caught a plane to Boston. My parents are the only two people in this world I am comfortable leaving my children with. And the kids were excited to spend a few days with them.

I got into Boston and navigated my way to our friends house which took 2 trains and a bus and was incredibly fun, especially since my phone died and I was navigating old school by way of maps and (GASP) talking to people. Heaven forbid! A total blast for me (with the exception of the really rude old woman at South Station that was not at all amused that I didn’t know how to get to where I was going). It was great to see Ben on a weeknight and wonderful to see friends.

The next day, the house hunting began. Our realtor Kathy and I met in Foxboro to begin our house hunting excursion. Talk about saints. We looked for 12 hours taking a 30 minute lunch. And.didnt.find.it. There were 2. 2 houses we could both see ourselves in. One of them was the one I posted a pic of on FB. Take the perfect backyard, my perfect, dream backyard, and then go up a level on the dream scale and there you have it. Ah-maze-ing. A greenhouse and a garden, flat 2 acres, need I say more? But in the end, it was the commute. Just a bit too long. I’m still sad about it. I could picture C there, in the big oak tree on the property in a dress, barefeet, drawing.

A night at Fenway was just what we needed to uplift our moods…

Morning #2 started with a run along the Charles River with a friend. It was a gorgeous day and the talking was the perfect medicine for everything going through my mind. That morning, I was lucky.

I saw a few more on our way out of town, and the towns were nice. So I feel a bit more optimistic at this point. But man, that perfect house is really tough to find…

About Lauryn Blakesley

A woman out to explore, celebrate, and enjoy everything that my community and living locally has to offer. Blessed with three beautiful children and an incredible husband, our family embraces adventure while dreaming of what is to come. Lover of knitting, running (although mostly after little ones right now), the color orange, fun accessories, fall, tea, and a clean kitchen floor. I spend my days in awe of my family and trying to teach my three to treat others as they would want to be treated.

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