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I have good intentions, but I never do it. But now geowench has wished, so here we are.

We moved on June 29.  The decision to do it happened so fast I still have whiplash.  When we bought our last place we knew we wouldn't be there forever - it was the five year plan.  It turned in to six.  We had been talking about saving up and buying a place in Alameda once Bob finished school and got a good job.  and he did those things (in January) but between both our student loans, medical bills, random credit cards, we were breaking even on those payments.  But our house doubled in value, so we decided to see if we could rent, because I had terrible credit thanks to the foreclosure, and then sell the house, pay off everything and be able to save for real. 

Except it turns out my credit is fantastic?  I have no clue how that works, but we found the perfect place the first week we started looking, picked a few places to compare it to, and got the keys three weeks later. 

Our old place is being painted now and we hope to be on the market in the next three weeks or so. 

We're about 25% unpacked at this point.  I'm taking it slow, trying to donate things that we don't need or use.  Sort of a reverse Kondo. 

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That's been eating my life for the last six weeks, and I'm exhausted. Looking forward to starting to live life here, get to the gym, go for walks in the neighborhood.  Cook.  Garden. 

I feel like the last six years were on pause in some way.  Or maybe the last five.  Cancer swallowed me whole, and leaving that house, moving back to a town I love, feels like a good way to start over.