Sometimes the universe mistakes a Gibbs slap for a gentle nudge...

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My husband and I have been hemming and hawing over whether or not we should move, and if so where we should move to. We've been going back and forth about it for several months now, with him chomping at the bit to go and me dragging my feet with arguments like "but we've lived here for 6 years..." and "the kids need a stable household!" And now the decision has been made for us. The property management company sent us a notice to terminate by email this morning. We have until the end of April to find a new place and move. At first I was like with a little thrown in, too. Then I was like . Now, after sitting down and actually getting to discuss options with my husband, I'm all . We've been here for 6 years. We've made a lot of memories, but they're not all good. Some of the negative ones stand out really prominently. This place has a wood-burning stove we've never used, and for some reason the electric heaters were installed in the ceiling, of all places. I guess whoever did that had never learned that hot air rises. The windows are drafty. The bathroom fan has a habit of dripping on people during the winter. The landlord is a cheapskate and prefers to save money instead of buying quality products that will actually last. I've had him replace several outlets since we moved in only to have them wind up loose again within a few months of minimal use. The dishwasher doesn't properly wash dishes the first time around. The refrigerator was used and abused when we moved in, so the rails fall off the door if you don't open it the right way. And then there's the clutter that we've accumulated... About the only real positives that I can think of right now aren't even specific to the property: we're very close to a creek that the kids like to play in and explore when it's dry, and every year we have a breeding pair of great horned owls who hang out in the trees on our street. I'm going to really miss them when we move. Aside from that, it's really going to be good riddance to the baggage this place carries with it. My husband already found a listing for a place we want to look at. It's bigger, brighter, and while I'm not entirely convinced that white cabinets are the best option with small children, I contacted the management company and asked if we can take a look at it. I guess the moral of the story is that situations really aren't inherently good or bad. They just are. It's our perceptions that make us see the situations we face as good or bad.