Last week I announced on my Instagram, with great excitement but also a whole lot of nostalgia and bittersweet emotions, that we're leaving our beloved home, where we've lived for the past six years. Last month, we signed on a beautiful house in Studio City, which is twenty minutes away but feels much farther. It's what L.A. locals refer to as "the other side of the hill," in the valley.
We're moving there, from Larchmont Village, for a variety of reasons, but first and foremost: Sloan starts kindergarten next year, (!) and we wanted to be closer to her elementary school and settle down in a place that feels more like a community than our current neighborhood, in a busier part of the city, does. It's also a shorter commute to our office, in addition to being where many of our friends live and where we see ourselves in twenty years.
It's funny to think about it now, but when we moved into our current home, I really thought about it as our "forever" home, so I'm hesitant to call this new home that, but that's really how we're approaching it. It's significantly larger than our current home (one of the benefits of moving to the valley is more space) with the ideal amount of work that needs to be put into it. It's completely move-inable, but we'll likely be doing some small renovations in our kitchen as well as the master bathroom, eventually. I'm working with an incredible interior designer (who's actually been featured on the blog before!), and can't wait to share more about her and the entire process, from paint colors to floor stains and layouts. Rest assured, there will be plenty of photos and updates along the way.
Right now, I just feel excited that it's finally almost time to move in! We'll be moving mid-December, which should give us just enough time to unpack, decorate, and start some new traditions in a new home.
The process has been overwhelming to say the least, and much more involved and complicated than it was when we moved from the small duplex we rented into our current home. We began looking at homes a few months back, anticipating that the process would take quite a while before we found "the one," but to both our good fortune and surprise, we ended up finding a home much sooner than anticipated, then put our house on the market. What followed was what can only be described as a comedy of errors, which included figuring out what to do with three cats each time we had an open house (we brought them to the office!) and coming up with ways for Sloan to feel involved and okay with moving away from the home she's so attached to (I will say, she loooved open houses).
Don't get me wrong: I'm excited for everything to come and recognize just how lucky we are to be in this position, but I'd be remiss if I didn't also mourn the wonderful place we called home for six years. I don't think I'll ever get over the feeling of joy I experienced when Geoffrey and I stepped into our first home, and I get emotional thinking about the fact that Sloan may not have clear memories of this place, which was the backdrop to her first five years of life. But I find comfort in knowing that a lot of her memories will come from the stories we continue to tell her about all of the experiences we shared in our first home as a family. Here's to many more in our new home! x