life after divorce...
Okay, so my divorce was finalized last week. In so many ways, I'm struggling to navigate my newly single life. But chief among them is my living situation.
I got the house. By next June, I have to make a decision: Buy my ex out and stay, or put it on the market and move. Sure, that's a ways off, but I know it'll sneak up on me. And at the moment, I'm so confused.
Pros for moving: If my pug Lemon weren't in the picture, I would almost surely move. I've always wanted a cool urban loft, something more manageable than the house. The same amount of space, allocated in a way that makes more sense for a single person -- two bedrooms and a bigger, open kitchen/living/dining room for entertaining vs. the three bedrooms and smaller living areas I have now. I'd pick a neighborhood that's closer to coffeeshops, bookstores and cute restaurants. You know, somewhere that feels alive. Plus, I love the idea of decorating a whole new place without the hassle of a yard or all the other stuff that comes with owning a house. Oh, and not having to buy my ex out will keep me financially stable -- a big consideration as a freelance writer.
Cons against moving: My pug is in the picture. And call me lazy, but on a cold winter morning, it's pretty excellent that I can just open the back door and let her do her business. No walking her in sub-zero temperatures. But when it's sunny, this neighborhood couldn't be safer for walking. And hey, I have privacy, decent neighbors and tons of space in a house that's decorated almost exactly the way I want. I couldn't recreate this house even if I wanted to. My taste is expensive, and we saved so carefully for all the high-end details. Plus, I don't have to pay assessments, sit on a condo board or get anything approved by said board. And the reality is, I've always been an old soul in a young (relatively speaking) body. Nightlife was never my thing.
Basically, I'm afraid. I fear I'll move and miss my house, the place I spent three years making my own. I fear I'll stay and be stuck in a lonely rut, in a neighborhood without much to offer a single person. In the meantime, I just keep browsing the MLS, falling in love with a loft a day, knowing I'm nowhere near a decision.
This is such a long way around to my question. Those of you who've been through this, did you move? Did you ever look back?
As a thank you for reading through all this, here are photos of my latest obsession. Seriously, can you believe those windows?!