Mostly vague on the details

We are having company here for dinner in just over two hours.  So quite naturally, I am resting comfortably at the computer. 

I need to make dinner, finish the laundry and get it put away, and make my children look somewhat presentable (ha!)

I also should finish cleaning my house, since I hear that company is not fond of stepping over 9,074 toys to get through the door, or scooting fourteen loads of clean laundry to the edge of the dinner table so that there are room for, um, plates.

And yet, here I am! 

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I thought that by presenting you with the information necessary to choose where we will live next, that Kevin and I would quickly and definitely make up our minds.  But as of yet?  Not so much.  Have no fear, though - there is not much else we talk about other than how, where and when to get out of here.

In my comments section no one went with Option 1, the itty bitty super expensive but fun condo in the city.  A couple people thought Option 2 would be good - the house in the Chicago burbs, and though I did not mention it, I was reminded by my friend Will that it also happens to be the Shopping Mecca of the South Suburbs.  BEAUTEOUS!  Option 3 sounded possible to a few people, but overall the most votes came in for Option 4 - bigger house, slightly farther away.  And if you could see the subdivision that we've honed in on over there, Good Lord, friends...

So in completely failing to make up my mind on where the hell to move at this point, I instead focused this week's energy on watching 58 episodes of Designed To Sell.  And deciding when to plant that little sign out front. 

We are sure that we want to be on the market yesterday, but since that did not pan out we will settle for a timespan of no more than one year from now.  A year's time will give us the opportunity to save three trillion dollars (something about banks, down payments, whatever) and to paint...everything, de-clutter (one year, really?) and take one hell of a family vacation to Disney World.

I know, our extreme planning skills make you shudder with planning envy.  Move...somewhere, within...the next four, or eight, or twelveteen months, after we paint...everything.  We will be settled into a new home in Town A-B-C-shit-if-we-know in no time flat. And you'll be invited for coffee.  If you're willing to step over a few toys.

Next up: The dramatic conclusion to something or other.  And whether we sent tonight's company to dinner at Applebees.

Comments

[Frema]

A year sounds like a good time frame. Luke and I are aiming for June of 2008, which means we'll sign one more lease with our apartment complex, but it should give us time to save money for a down payment and eliminate the car bill. Hooray for all of us!

[jenabeeb]

I want to comment because the one comment above looks so lonely.

I never commented on the original post, but the condo option looks good to me. Although a fancy condo in downtown Chicago just somehow doesn't suit you guys. It seems too ostentatious (is that spelled correctly?) You're all too down to earth and "normal" to me to be downtown condo dwellers. But perhaps that's just my impression of downtown condo dwellers.

P.S. I can't believe I just called you "normal." Since we have always called one another "abnormal". ;)

[Silly Hily]

Disney World? Really? You are brave. My father-in-law has been wanting to take the family to Disney World for years now but I've been well, pregnant for years it seems. So, now that I'm finally not, he's dead set on going this year. Me? Not so much. I'm not ready yet.