Buying a new house is exciting. It’s also exhausting. Moving your stuff, your family, and your life, even if it’s to a better place, is an awful lot of work…and if you’re a single Mom, it’s enough to make you want to curl up in your partially disassembled bed and cry.
There’s the physical work, of course…the packing of boxes and the lifting of couches and maybe the hoisting of pianos through second story windows if you’re lucky enough to have a musically inclined child. And there’s the logistical work…meetings with mortgage advisors, trying to forget every episode of House Hunters you’ve ever seen so you can come up with reasonable budget expectations, coordinating with real estate agents, inspections, walk-throughs, and the endless stack of paperwork when you finally make it to the closing table.
But there’s emotional effort, too. Relocating tends to inspire a lot of soul searching. Going through your things, even ordinary things like clothes and books and dishes, means going through your past. Thinking about your past usually leads to thinking about your future…and your family’s future.