Moving when you have small kids
When I met my husband and saw Philadelphia for the first time through his eyes, I fell in love with him and I fell in love with Philadelphia. I call it “the city” even though it’s not The City, and I have loved being in walkable distance to so much culture, good food, and fun activities for the whole family.
We’ve now lived in our home for over four years, a blink to some but a lifetime to us. Raffi came here as a baby, and our other two little ones have never known another home. At the end of the summer we will be moving to the suburbs, a path I laughed at before and swore I would never take. But here we are.
We are so excited for so many reasons. A yard! A pool! No rules but our own! A home to truly decorate! No stairs when bringing groceries home! Bedrooms for each child! Being close to family! Having room for guests and parties! It’s so, so bittersweet too though. Our home in Philadelphia is the first place either of us have put true roots down since we were children. It will be hard to leave, but we are looking forward to making memories for the rest of our lives in our new suburban home.
I’m someone who lives in the moment but also looks ahead. We had been looking for a home in a specific area for months but hadn’t intended to leave Philly for another year, in time for Raffi to start kindergarten in the suburbs. But our dream house came on the market and we couldn’t let it go. Trig and I walked in, looked at one another with goofy grins and immediately knew that home had to be ours. So now we are packing and planning and organizing our lives so that we’re ready for this next step, which is coming in just days instead of weeks, or months.
We’re moving, but this isn’t the end of Philly for us. I said Rhode Island would always have my heart, but now Philly does too. And it always will.