Moving Update - Whining Edition

Good grief, why can't anything ever be easy???

Half Moon Bay has some strict city laws. All homes have to have hard-wired smoke detectors that are certified as working by the fire department. Right before we closed on our house last week, we learned from the fire department that the smoke detectors in our house do not actually work. Two days and two visits from electricians later, we learned that the detectors are hard-wired into the alarm system . . . an alarm system that is non-existent since the previous owners stopped their service.

Now, after three more days and over 14 hours spent waiting and fighting with the alarm company, the smoke detectors STILL do not work. They spectacularly failed the fire department's test today. Not one worked. The only upside to this debacle is that the firemen were quite cute, all three of them. And one of them even called the alarm company on my behalf to put some pressure on these bozos. Tomorrow it's back for yet another day of this madness, waiting for a technician to show up, or not.

Although I always try to see the humor in almost any situation, I am finding it extremely difficult to find anything funny about this situation, especially since we are not allowed to move in until the fire department gives the all-clear. Here's looking at living another week in a hotel room with five people. I think David said it best: either we come through this a stronger and closer family, or we will no longer need to worry about the new house having only three bedrooms since we will be down a family member or two.

I think we can swing the last item on the list at the very least.

Calvin said there were some things he'd like in our new house, and could he submit a list? We said sure, and this is what he gave us.

Wishlist for Calvin

-My own bedroom
-A pool in our house or near it (not mandatory)
-A porch
-A tree in the front or backyard (for climbing, treehouse, or tire swing)
-An area in the front or backyard where I can ripstick, bike and play
-Storage area in my room
-My own TV (just kidding)
-An area where it is comfortable to play video games
-A shelf in my room (hopefully near my bed)
-A place where I can exercise (A bike trail or gym, etc.)
-Happiness :)

I have never really liked the beach.

We're moving.

I'm not sure why this comes as such a shock to me. Before we landed in Roseville, David and I moved 11 times in nine years, including an overseas stint. We have spent most of our time in Roseville thinking we probably wouldn't be here long. I am not sure how we kept up that pretense since we have now been here 13 years. But after years of thinking we'll be moving soon, we actually are. David was transferred to the Bay Area

We spent time looking for houses. We looked all over, high and low, near and far, had a heart attack at the prices of houses, and thought perhaps David driving three hours one-way for a commute wouldn't be so bad after all. But after a month of long-distance commuting and being away from the family, he found that the commute was as bad as we originally thought, and we kicked our house hunting into high gear.

The kids were very excited. They thought we would be on House Hunters. I was excited, because after many discussions with David, I thought we were on the same page as to what we wanted in a house. The kids ended up being disappointed because they discovered being on TV was not in our near future after all. I ended up being disappointed because apparently David and I are not as similar as we thought in what we want in a house and where we want said house to be.

But we finally found a house. And I have discovered that God really likes to laugh at me. Because we will be living near a beach. Most people would probably say, "That's amazing! You are so lucky!" And maybe I am. People obviously like it. After all, don't half of the episodes of House Hunters International involve people looking for beachfront property? My general feeling about beaches, however, is that they are really great, except for all that sand. When I told my friend where we were going, she started laughing hysterically. When she could finally breathe, she said, "I can't believe the girl with major texture issues is going to be living next door to the beach!" (Stop being so envious of my super supportive friends. You can't have her. She's mine.)

I now have a few short weeks to learn to love the beach. I'm hoping this will help.

The view from our house.

Half Moon Bay, here we come.