wish for house breakup
In a committed relationship, you take the good with the bad and you adapt and grow in ways you never thought possible. As a military spouse, I am committed to my husband, my daughter, and my dogs. I am not, however, committed to my house.
Today, after texting my property manager to let her know that the lawn service has not been here in over two weeks and the house looks abandoned (first world problem), I decided it's time to break up. I'm ready to turn in this house with the missing shutter (can you find it in the photo?), the mismatched roofing and fence, the random jumble of switch plates and doorknobs, the contractor white walls, and the ancient (and not in a charming way) kitchen for something that somebody cares about. I'm ready to exchange this set of problems for a new set. It's time to move on. But we haven't even been here a year.
Can you blame me? We've moved five times in the last seven years. I'm not used to hunkering down and trying to make domestic bliss with my homes long-term. By the time things really start to bother me, it's time to move on. Now that it's time to stay put for three years, I'm having commitment issues.
Emira recently wrote in Five Ways to Cope with PCS Envy, "Moving is hard. But sometimes, it's even harder not to." She hit the nail on the head.
Now that I've had my rant, it's time to pull it together, and control the things I have the power to control. I've planted the seed with my husband that perhaps we should buy a lawn mower even though our lease says the landlord is supposed to take care of the grass. And, perhaps I'll hang a cabinet in my daughter's tiny bathroom to get things off of the sink. This house isn't mine to love forever, but I can at least take care of it while I'm here.
Are you antsy to move this year, or happy to stay put?
Have a good week,
--Kimberly Bacso
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