We sold Zane & Xander’s baby crib today – it’s kind of sad. It’s sad to me to think that our boys are growing up so fast. Zane is 4, and he’s freaking’ hilarious. Maybe it’s just me, because he’s my kid… but I don’t think so. When I started moving the crib out by the front door today, we had this conversation:
Zane: “Why are you moving this?”
Me: “We’re selling this crib to a family that needs it, because you guys don’t use it anymore.”
Zane: “This isn’t a selling house.”
Zane: “We don’t sell baby cribs here.”
But I digress, the baby crib is the first major thing that we’ve gotten rid of from them being babies. Sure, we’ve gotten rid clothes, and toys (countless toys), but this feels different. Maybe I just have a weird connection to furniture. It just feels like a part of their childhood is gone. They’ve moved on to big boy beds, bunk beds at that. I feel like I’ll wake up tomorrow and they’ll be asking to borrow the car… Which I suppose will be OK, as long as I wake up and they’re in their own big boy beds.
When I graduated from college (the first time) in ’99, I moved to Dayton, OH to take my first position as a youth pastor. In lieu of upping my salary to cover the cost of a place to live, the church arranged for me to live with a family at the church. Up for just about anything at that time, I was on board – moving across the country to a place where I knew practically no one, to live with people that I had never met.
I still remember pulling up to the house after church – everything I owned in my Toyota pickup and a small Uhaul trailer. We moved all of my stuff in, and I settled in to life with a family that I didn’t know. I spent that night watching Rush Hour and eating frozen waffles with Cheryl (their daughter) and Kate (her friend).
Over the next year we became great friends, they are an extension of my family. They were all involved in our wedding, I got the chance to be part of Cheryl’s wedding. Whenever Brad breaks his phone we have a replacement for him. They’ve walked with us through difficult times, watched our kids, cleaned up after me, supported a pretty hefty frozen waffle addiction – they truly are part of our family.
All of this is why seeing this video on YouTube last night was so difficult.
So, for the last 2 years we have been living with Deb’s parents as we tried to ride out the housing crisis… well we are out from underneath the Phoenix house and the time has come for us to find our own place to rent. So, the search for an affordable house, in a decent part of town, that will take our dogs, that has enough room for the 4 of us has begun.
We started looking around real estate sites on the Internet, and Craigslist.org; but most sites didn’t have a lot of rentals, and Craigslist is over-saturated with apartment complexes who apparently are paying people to post their openings every other hour.
So, we ended up just driving around a couple of neighborhoods (old school style) writing down numbers on for rent signs (I’m suppose to be calling them right now). Ironically, we ended up in the neighborhood of some people we know that Deb just started to reconnect with the other day.
All that to say that, The Tarr’s are MOVING OUT! If you know anyplace in the Dayton area for rent, let me know.