For a short period, it was my sole responsibility to find housing for us in Virginia.
Have I mentioned Virginia? It seems I have not. Let me start from the beginning.
First the plan was medical school. Trent applied, was accepted, and paid a few deposits before he found clarity—he didn’t want to become a doctor. He decided that an MBA was a better fit, so he applied to programs, was accepted again, and paid a deposit at Duke before he found clarity—studying somewhere else felt right.
And thankfully, it felt right to me too. Unmistakably right. We knew it when we felt it, because it felt so different from all the decisions before. Sometimes, that’s the only way you can be sure about things.
So here’s the new plan, although we’ve finally accepted that our plan will always be up for revision: Trent’s going to storm the castle as a kick-A consultant and social entrepreneur and I’m going to chip away at post-bac classes for Speech Language Pathology. And finish (er, start) that novel. And paint the town red with that baby of ours.
And what town is this exactly? Charlottesville, Virginia—everyone who knows anything about it rants and raves. It’s a cute little college town surrounded by vineyards. It has a thriving creative writing community and a well-known foodie scene. Dave Matthews lives there and so does John Grisham. The entire UVA campus is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, for crying out loud. It’s heaven on Earth as far as I can tell. And we’re going to be happy there. I can feel it. I can feel it in my bones.
Which brings me back to the housing search. It’s still ongoing. And no, it’s not my sole responsibility anymore. We worked out our budget and Trent said, “Why don’t you handle the housing?” And I thought, “Is this a test? Cause if it is, I’m going to fail it. I’m going to fail it in style.” And true to form, I fell in love with a townhouse, a mid-century modern beauty far out of our price range, and I couldn’t let her go. I asked for an intervention and now we’re on the hunt together. So if you know of any leads on apartments in Charlottesville, please let us know. We’re in the market for someplace sensible with hardwood floors and lots of light, someplace suitable for a family of three ready to take on the world.
Listening to: A few tracks from the dreamy album of lullabies Trent got me for Mother’s Day. You can pre-order it here.
Also, this. You’re welcome.