Well we finally made it to Sacramento. To say that the last month was overwhelming is an understatement. Just when I started getting the hang of being a new mom (mostly expecting the unexpected and predicting what I could when possible), we started the process of looking for a home in Sacramento…
One weekend in late July we came up to northern California for our little guy to meet many of my siblings. After an early morning flight, my mom picked us up and we went to view three homes – more out of interest than any actual plan to buy. The first homes were brand new townhomes of sorts – beautiful and in a lower price range! The second home was older, lacking character (aside from the oversized 90s jacuzzi tub and shower in black and red tile – not making that up or exaggerating in the slightest!), and really not our style. The third, which my husband found online the day previous, was a 2-bedroom, 2-bath place that was almost too perfect for us…
I grabbed the realtor’s card, having bonded with her during our visit, and text her a few hours later. She asked if we were pre-approved; we told her no. She suggested a phone call the next morning (Sunday) to talk about the process of buying a house, since obviously we were amateurs.
My Moving Story
I’d walk you through the whole story, but basically Monday we were pre-approved and put in an offer on the house; Tuesday the offer was accepted; and over the next three weeks, we were inundated with paperwork, decisions, details, and stress. Oh yeah, and we had to keep the little guy alive, start packing up our place, and pretend not to be stressed. I can’t remember the number of times I just started crying from lack of sleep and being so overwhelmed by all the to dos. With a bit of luck, an UNBELIEVABLY AMAZING REALTOR, and the unending energy of my husband through all this, we did it.
The move was insane. My mom came down more than once to help us pack and we were still scrambling as the moving company loaded up our uhaul. And full disclosure, when we realized our tire blew out on the truck only an hour up the road, I was so numb that I just grabbed my laptop and got a blog post done at Starbucks while we waited for the roadside repair to show up!
Anyway. The move out of LA and into Sacramento was somehow not “a thing.” It all felt so natural, like we were leaving a vacation and heading home. Our second day here, we were putting the carseat in the car. I happened to look up. I saw the blue sky through the massive tree limbs in our area and I fell in love. Our home is still in a bit of disarray; my clothes don’t fit in the closet space; and I have no idea how to work the new cable system, but it feels like home! I can’t wait to show you photos around the house, but right now I’m a bit overwhelmed with boxes to unpack and keeping our family fed!