Blah.
The search for a place to move continues, though I have shifted the location quite a bit. The bottom line is I’ll shave 1 freeway and maybe 10-15 minutes off my commute, which isn’t much, but Kiddo will most likely end up a lot closer proximity to his dad.
What I’ve found is there isn’t really a happy medium. I can either be close to work and far from his dad, or close to his dad and far from work. When those are the options… Kiddo’s needs win out. In a way it makes it easier, as his dad will be able to take a more active part, which is something I think needs to happen, and something Kiddo wants to happen.
Once I find a place, maybe I’ll finally be able to sleep at night, knowing I did what’s best for the Kiddo. In the meantime - sleep has been elusive. Last night I think I logged maybe 3 full hours, the rest were either awake or fitful, to downright disturbing as far as dreams go.
So, we’ll probably spend a chunk of this weekend looking around in that area, trying to see what’s available and what might be coming available. The nice thing is that the price range is a little bit lower than the original area I was looking - which means I’m pretty confident I can find a place with a garage and a washer/dryer in it. Perfect.
The school zoning has me a bit concerned, as the schools in that part of the district are somewhat iffy… curiculum-wise. But - Kiddo is a great student and in a lot of cases - you get out of it what you put in to it. We’ll see how it goes and make adjustments accordingly.
That’s one of my biggest areas to work on, as far as my own mental health goes. I struggle not to require complete control over everything. To do that, I like to plan everything out ahead of time, eliminate the unknowns. Even if it is a known item that I don’t really like all that much, I can usually manage to deal with it as long as it’s not just some loose end waving around out there.
