During the semester, Rob and I don't get a lot of time to talk. Especially without Emma being involved in the conversation. Mostly we welcome her in our conversations, but there are times when you really need to have conversations sans the kid. The dinners we've been having during Emma's new Kempo class have given us that opportunity, and it's surprising what comes up.
For instance, individually we had both thought of moving. Over one of these dinners Rob brought it up apologetically, believing I wouldn't want to move. When he found out I'd been thinking along the same lines, it was a relief, and we were able to talk out what kind of time line we might be working on, and what needed doing first.
We both have loved our time here on our five acre plot. When we first moved out here, in 1998, we worked so hard on the land. We cleared large areas of weeds, took down and planted trees, carved out gardens. But we were 36 when we moved in, and we're now 14 years older. Really, we're just getting tired. Maintaining the grounds takes a huge amount of time in the summers. It's hard to travel for any length of time because of all the work that needs to be done each week, just to keep the place looking okay. We've both lost a lot of the motivation we had in those early years, as well as the energy and ability. We'll never have the money to hire people to do it for us, so, it's time to move.
Eventually we will bring Emma into this conversation, but she is pretty attached to all this land right now. We're looking at about four more years here, and I think by then she'll be easily enticed by being closer to friends, and living in a neighborhood where she can walk to various places. In the meantime, Rob and I need to come up with a list of things that need to be done to the house before we can sell it. We have a bit of work cut out for us, but it seems easier to tackle when it means a future where it takes one hour to mow the lawn rather than five.