Crossroads

So, in the midst of everything; everything being Justin being horribly defeated by this place we call a school, our lives being turned upside down by deciding to move back to Didsbury because of their school, we find out that we cannot sell our house but will have to rent it instead. (I know, holy run-on sentence Batman)

So here I am yesterday madly moving clutter from one room to another (clutter consisting mainly of a certain 2 years olds' toys) taking pictures of said room so I can post Renters listings.

I'm not sure how I feel about being a potential landlord, mostly alright I suppose. Mostly because I'm ok with being the 'bad cop'. (Parenting boys has a way of preparing you for these things)

I have mixed feelings about moving back to a small town. It is quiet, with the exception of the train that blows it's horn every four hours. However. considering Clayton's obvious fascination with trains, this is good. 

The school system is second to none. Justin thrived there, their care and respect for the student and the parent is like nothing I've encountered elsewhere - even in the high priced private Christian school he attended. And with Clayton scrambling towards school age, why would I gamble with his mental well being as well? 

The housing is marginally cheaper, we will likely be able to purchase a home for less but get more.

It's close to my parents and aging grandparents, of which my boys do not get to see often - this needs remedying.
The bad news is; Byron has to commute two hours daily - something he has been expressly worried about since we wanted to move out of this house to find a bigger one. He gets up so early and works 13 hours ... I am worried my husband will slowly disintegrate during the week.

We will have to pay insurance of two houses, and gas for 100 km a day commute which, really, will eat up whatever savings we will acquire by buying a cheaper home.

We have to also come up with a down payment since the mortgage laws have changed since the last purchase, as well as cash to renovate whatever home we buy. (there are very few, as in 1 in10, homes in our price range that do not need extensive reno's. Some are not livable until floors are ripped up and appliances changed)

We are further away from Byron's mom, whom he tries to see at least once a week.

I know. 

It is the sacrifice we have to make for our children.

I know.

It will work out in the end. But what of the now? (And just fyi, these are all rhetorical ... lol)

I know.

Having happy, healthy children will indeed enrich us as parents in the long run.

But I worry about my husband. That he may feel like the low man on the totem pole. That he may feel like everyone else comes before him. That he has no say.

If anyone wants to rent a house - you know where to find one! Available Aug 1st!