This was to be a big weekend for our family. It was the week that Erin’s class graduated from high school in Trumansburg.
But, in the move to Dublin, the school here in Clontarf suggested that both Erin and Brenna stay back one year to ease their transition.
When we left off last time, at the end of December, Ireland was off the table.
So in January, we began looking at new homes to buy.
Our realtor made some appointments, and we took a Saturday afternoon to look at some places in the Trumansburg area.
First house…blah.
Second house…meh.
Fourth house…ugh.
But house #3…I loved it. Brenna loved it (the other kids were out of town). Love might be too strong for Liz, but she thought it would work.
Our realtor was amazed at the price.
We had decided in the spring to move from Ithaca to Trumansburg to get our kids in a different school district. Although it had been 2 plus years since the attack on our one daughter had taken place, it was clear she needed a new start in a new place.
Last night at dinner a friend asked me, “okay, so you don’t like living in Trumansburg, tell me something you do like about it.” I blanked. I couldn’t think of anything. I believe living with a deep sense of gratitude is important…and it comes to the place I live, I couldn’t think of one thing…
I have been a bit absent from my little corner of the interwebs lately. In the past three weeks we have, put our house up for sale, sold our house & bought a new one.
We are about to make another move. And although we are not leaving the area, we are moving out of Ithaca in order to move out of the school district.
