Monica Wants It: A Lifestyle Blog: I Got a New Job

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

I Got a New Job

I got a new job yesterday. It's what I've been wanting for months, maybe years. Genuinely, I am so honored they selected me out of all the applicants and it's less stress than I have now and allows me to live in a city (Corpus Christi) with a HomeGoods and Target (because, priorities...) instead of a small town with two Dollar Generals.

So, then why am I up at 5:45 am on a Wednesday, sick to my stomach, crying in my home office?

We're going to have to sell our house. The house I've painstakingly worked on with my husband for nearly six years. SIX YEARS. We have so many memories here. My niece's first birthday party. My bestie and I playing Just Dance in the living room. Creating a blog home office since this blog is totally not a phase and such an important part of my life. Hosting our first big Thanksgiving. Sitting around the Christmas tree in the living room. Drinking beers on the back patio during thunderstorms. Blissfully watching hours of Netflix shows cuddled on the couch together as the laundry piled up. 

It's killing me to think about leaving this place. Killing me. My heart is breaking because I am angry I had to leave in the first place. 

Monica Wants It started right before my wedding as a way to chronicle all the domestic things I wanted after we got married. Overpriced bird measuring cups from Anthropologie was one of my first posts. I chronicled the desire to own a home like many women chronicle their desire to have a child. This house is my baby. 

And then there's my other babies Pee Wee and Daniel. I won't get to see them everyday. I won't get to come home for lunch and cuddle with Pee Wee while watching Food Network. I won't get to kiss my husband everyday when I come home from work and ask him if he's asleep when I know he really is asleep because I just want to talk a little more before going to sleep. I won't be with my family everyday anymore for who knows how long. 

Realistically I know there will be another house...someday. Realistically I know that being away from D and PW is temporary and hopefully won't last more than a few months. Realistically I know millions of people have done this very same thing and not only SURVIVED, but are better for it. 

For the next year or so, we'll be living in an apartment again which is something I swore I never wanted to do. But sacrifices must be made for career advancement and mental health, right?

Over the next few weeks I'll chronicle our journey of selling this home (we hope to be on the market in October) and I'll be prepping to move into an apartment mid-September. Daniel and Pee Wee will follow me soon, and in the meantime I'll get to come home on weekends to help get the house market ready, love on my boys, and enjoy more beers on the back patio while I can.

Selling our house is another special kind of stress because all of these improvements we've made have been for this moment. We hope our sweat equity has paid off enough to give us a decent amount to stash in savings for the next house we buy, hopefully in 2018.

Someone tell me the heartache of leaving a house will ease with time? Am I crazy to feel this way?

Change is scary.

6 comments:

  1. It's bittersweet isn't it Monica? Even though we've only been here a couple of years I'm heartbroken to leave our home that I've invested so much into and it's just a rental! I can't imagine leaving a home of 6 yrs!

    Congratulations on your new job, I can't wait to hear more. XOXO

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  2. You're going to rock it at your new gig! Can't wait to follow along your new adventure!!

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  3. I've never been in this exact situation, but my parents moved from Alice to San Antonio a couple of years ago and sold their home (my childhood home!) of 25 years. Even though I had moved out of that house 10 years before, it was tough emotionally. But, it was comforting to know it sold to a young couple about to start their family and that we'd get to make new memories in their SA home.

    You'll always have the wonderful memories of and in your first home, but a new, exciting (even if it is terrifying) adventure awaits in the next chapter. Good luck and congrats on the new gig! ❤️

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  4. Focus on the positive. Your time together will be even more precious but far less stressful and your talks will be about your plans for the future. Corpus isn't so far that you won't be able to sneak home often. The wonderful thing is that your new home will serve as a release for your creativity. For us, we get to live vicariously through you and the beauty you create. Best wishes!

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  5. Congratulations on the new job and the move. I know it seems scary, but look at the positive. You get to hone your decorating skills with an apartment and temporary living spaces, then you get to find a new home and put your stamp on it. How fun will that be.

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  6. Congrats Monica! On to bigger and better things...Don't be afraid to let go. You got this!

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Wednesday, August 31, 2016

I Got a New Job

I got a new job yesterday. It's what I've been wanting for months, maybe years. Genuinely, I am so honored they selected me out of all the applicants and it's less stress than I have now and allows me to live in a city (Corpus Christi) with a HomeGoods and Target (because, priorities...) instead of a small town with two Dollar Generals.

So, then why am I up at 5:45 am on a Wednesday, sick to my stomach, crying in my home office?

We're going to have to sell our house. The house I've painstakingly worked on with my husband for nearly six years. SIX YEARS. We have so many memories here. My niece's first birthday party. My bestie and I playing Just Dance in the living room. Creating a blog home office since this blog is totally not a phase and such an important part of my life. Hosting our first big Thanksgiving. Sitting around the Christmas tree in the living room. Drinking beers on the back patio during thunderstorms. Blissfully watching hours of Netflix shows cuddled on the couch together as the laundry piled up. 

It's killing me to think about leaving this place. Killing me. My heart is breaking because I am angry I had to leave in the first place. 

Monica Wants It started right before my wedding as a way to chronicle all the domestic things I wanted after we got married. Overpriced bird measuring cups from Anthropologie was one of my first posts. I chronicled the desire to own a home like many women chronicle their desire to have a child. This house is my baby. 

And then there's my other babies Pee Wee and Daniel. I won't get to see them everyday. I won't get to come home for lunch and cuddle with Pee Wee while watching Food Network. I won't get to kiss my husband everyday when I come home from work and ask him if he's asleep when I know he really is asleep because I just want to talk a little more before going to sleep. I won't be with my family everyday anymore for who knows how long. 

Realistically I know there will be another house...someday. Realistically I know that being away from D and PW is temporary and hopefully won't last more than a few months. Realistically I know millions of people have done this very same thing and not only SURVIVED, but are better for it. 

For the next year or so, we'll be living in an apartment again which is something I swore I never wanted to do. But sacrifices must be made for career advancement and mental health, right?

Over the next few weeks I'll chronicle our journey of selling this home (we hope to be on the market in October) and I'll be prepping to move into an apartment mid-September. Daniel and Pee Wee will follow me soon, and in the meantime I'll get to come home on weekends to help get the house market ready, love on my boys, and enjoy more beers on the back patio while I can.

Selling our house is another special kind of stress because all of these improvements we've made have been for this moment. We hope our sweat equity has paid off enough to give us a decent amount to stash in savings for the next house we buy, hopefully in 2018.

Someone tell me the heartache of leaving a house will ease with time? Am I crazy to feel this way?

Change is scary.

6 comments :

  1. It's bittersweet isn't it Monica? Even though we've only been here a couple of years I'm heartbroken to leave our home that I've invested so much into and it's just a rental! I can't imagine leaving a home of 6 yrs!

    Congratulations on your new job, I can't wait to hear more. XOXO

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  2. You're going to rock it at your new gig! Can't wait to follow along your new adventure!!

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  3. I've never been in this exact situation, but my parents moved from Alice to San Antonio a couple of years ago and sold their home (my childhood home!) of 25 years. Even though I had moved out of that house 10 years before, it was tough emotionally. But, it was comforting to know it sold to a young couple about to start their family and that we'd get to make new memories in their SA home.

    You'll always have the wonderful memories of and in your first home, but a new, exciting (even if it is terrifying) adventure awaits in the next chapter. Good luck and congrats on the new gig! ❤️

    ReplyDelete
  4. Focus on the positive. Your time together will be even more precious but far less stressful and your talks will be about your plans for the future. Corpus isn't so far that you won't be able to sneak home often. The wonderful thing is that your new home will serve as a release for your creativity. For us, we get to live vicariously through you and the beauty you create. Best wishes!

    ReplyDelete
  5. Congratulations on the new job and the move. I know it seems scary, but look at the positive. You get to hone your decorating skills with an apartment and temporary living spaces, then you get to find a new home and put your stamp on it. How fun will that be.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Congrats Monica! On to bigger and better things...Don't be afraid to let go. You got this!

    ReplyDelete