The absence here on Rememorandom can be attributed to several things, but the chief reason is that I've been busy with getting our house ready to put on the market. Stewartland, our cherished and beloved first home, is not quite ready to sell, but Keisha and I have been working hard at getting it up to snuff. At the same time, we're continuing our downward trend of simplifying and de-owning things, and going through boxes and bags and totes of possessions is rather time-consuming.
Much of it we're selling in our subdivisions annual yard sell, which is this upcoming weekend. The hope is to get rid of it all (which we will, one way or another) and make some extra cash to apply towards debt. I genuinely want less stuff, and slowly I'm acclimating to that lifestyle. We've already rid ourselves of one entire bookshelf (and books), making three into two. We've also sold a bedroom suite and most of our dvds. I think I might open my tote of STAR WARS memorabilia and sell it off, too. Like I sold my shoebox full of Zelda collectibles.
See, Stewartland is a beautiful house in a beautiful subdivision filled with beautiful people and beautiful cars. It's also the bane of my existence, the millstone around my neck that's pulling me deeper and deeper into the sea, and I yearn to be rid of the place. Maybe I'm a transient person, unable to keep my roots down long. I've lived in several different places during my 26 years, and I have no problems with uprooting and changing. Keisha, on the other hand, lived in the same house until she went to college, and she'll have a tougher time leaving.
Why are we leaving? Several reasons come to mind, but one of the biggest is that subdivision life is not something we enjoy. We both grew up in the country with land and woods and creeks and small town drama. We had land to play on and explore and nature was never hard to find. Stewartland rests upon 0.3 acres of commercial grass and clay and rock, with a history of three years life behind it. There are no giant oak trees or cow fields around. Just neighborhood kids riding their bikes and people ignoring STOP signs (which really really really really really annoys me).
That's the biggest reason, the desire to return to the rural life. What we hope to do is sell Stewartland and move into an apartment/townhouse and rent for a while, building up money to use as a down payment for the next home and continue to eat away at our debt. We get questionable looks when we say we want to rent again, but from the research I've done, buying a house isn't worth it in the short term if you're planning on moving relatively soon. And that's something we intend to do. I'm still at the MLC (and still curious about the future of my career) for any of you that are interested.
So if the blog is quiet over the next few weeks, know that it's because there's a lot going on. Life doesn't stop just because I'm trying to sell my house. Many things I could write about, and whenever I find the time I may try, but until then, we'll play it by ear.