Last month we had a solid plan for the summer which included a trip to LA for Ella to skate. Two days ago that all changed, now our summer plans look like moving.
Because we’re moving.
For the past five years we’ve been renting a house in a small suburb of Dallas. Actually, it used to be a small town, but now it’s becoming a moderately sized city in its own right. The expansion in this part of the world is stunning, and a little frightening. As our population has exploded from 40,000 to over 80,000 and still climbing, our property values have soared. Friends who purchased their home for $265,000 eighteen months ago now find that that house is worth $340,000. The house they could easily afford has now become a burden as their property taxes and insurance rates increase as well.
Our neighbors sit outside in the evenings and talk about where they’re going to move since their salaries can no longer support their house payments. They’ll move further away from Dallas-proper and the never-ceasing flood of new people will snap up the homes they built.
And so we’re moving. The taxes and insurance have increased so rapidly that our landlady must raise the rent $500/month in order to break even. She sobbed on the phone in a conversation peppered with the phrase “I’m so sorry.”
So here we are, not getting ready for our LA trip or heading to Grandma’s. We’re packing, purging, and house hunting instead. We’re having a garage sale next weekend to cover our moving costs, and because we suddenly have too much stuff. Our current house is 5 bedrooms and 3,400 square feet, but we’re finding that what we can afford in the current climate, and near our jobs (he’s an IT guy and I coach CrossFit) is in the 1800-2500 square foot range. That’s a lot of stuff to get rid of.
Truth be told, it’s been time for us to move for a while. We’ve just been procrastinating because we liked the area and the people nearby. We live in a house with stairs with a girl in a wheelchair. She’s been able to adapt to our house, but it’s time that we find a house that’s better adapted for her.
This afternoon we’re going to see a house that could possibly work for us. It’s at the top of our budget which worries me because we’ll be one more property value hike from moving again.
Is there some way to slow down the people from moving here from all over the rest of the country? Could we bribe them to stay home? Maybe we could build a wall, and ask them to pay for it. It could work. Until then, we’re purging and packing, and preparing to keep moving on.
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