We’ve been looking for an apartment for a long time now. Seven months intensely, ten months less intensely. And we finally found one. We’ll be moving at the end of the month, and we are quite excited about it. Even though it isn’t necessarily bigger. Even though it isn’t really any closer to the boys’ school.
But it is closer to the park, where we spend so much time. It is closer to our friends, and that is important to us. It does have an “outdoor space” (meaning a balcony we share with our neighbors). It has five closets. And the bedrooms are equal sized so the kids can all share one. It has an open layout, so I can keep an eye on the kids while I’m making dinner. It has bike storage.
What more could we ask?
Not much, actually. We feel very blessed and lucky. This experience, more than any other in my life so far, has shown me the process of studying things out in my mind and coming to The Lord with my own conclusions and asking for help in reaching those conclusions.
Over the past several months as we’ve been searching, we came up with some very specific things we needed in an apartment. We came across apartments that had most of those things, but not all of them. We turned down an apartment that had more than we could have even imagined because it wasn’t in the right place. And we trusted that the list we had come up with was not only what we wanted, but what was actually best for our family. There were some tense moments that we waited out, but I feel like we stayed true to what we knew and it seems like we’re in a good place now.
And now we’re looking forward to the end of the month, and dreaming about what it will be like to have a balcony. Not to mention a bedroom without a child in it.