Goodbye, Loft Life!
Posted on January 5th, 2012
What a difference a day makes. Yesterday we looked at a three bedroom condo (townhouse) in a 1940s building in NE Portland. You wouldn’t think that two military brats would look at a place and get nostalgic for something that looks like old military housing, but…we did. Today we found out we’re getting it. Tomorrow we’ll sign a lease.
Pros: We get away from psycho landlord. We’ll be saving (at least) $400/month in reduced rent and utilities. M’s commute costs will stay zero. The third bedroom has been claimed as my study. I’ll get all of my cool stuff out of storage again. There are red oak floors and a large private pool in the summer.
Cons: I’ll no longer be in a neighborhood where lots of people know my name, and where my doctor, dentist, and favorite sushi place are. The neighborhood school sucks, so pressure is even more intense for me to get Pea into a charter school or get a transfer. I’ll have to drive more, even if we get groceries delivered. The kitchen is primitive. I’ll miss nice appliances.
We’ve done loft living for two years (almost exactly), pretty much the longest I thought we could. Now that the uncertainty is gone, it’s time for moving. That I am very, very good at: packing, organizing, orchestrating, supervising, and unpacking? Bring it on! After my peripatetic childhood, I’m a pro.
If anyone has any boxes to spare, let me know.