By Heather Sobieralski, Owning Pink
Lately, I have been having the itch to move. I would like a fourth bedroom, a bigger kitchen and a second garage. Most pressing (or so I thought), I would like to get off my busy street so I can get rid of this permanent ball of stress in my stomach every time my children are playing outside. I have looked at several homes, and nothing feels right. I love our house, we have the world’s best neighbors, and quite frankly, I am not sure I am up for all the effort a move involves. The path of least resistance sounds pretty good to me right now.
But is there another reason?
For several months I was the one fueling this idea. My husband would humor me as I dragged him along to open houses and talked incessantly about the exciting possibility of a new home. Lately, the tables have turned. As I settled into the fact that we are staying, my husband now has a fire under his butt. He agrees that he would like more space and a quiet street for our kids to play in peace, but he is more driven by the fact that he doesn’t want our kids attending the high school for which we are slotted. He has been looking at he school’s profile, and it doesn’t look good.
Our elementary and middle schools have the reputation of having lots of parent involvement, low poverty rates and high test scores…oh yeah…and happen to be mostly white and Asian. The geographic boundaries change for high school, and our particular neighborhood goes to a school with high FARMs (free and reduced lunch rates), poor test scores, low parent involvement…and oh yeah…happen to be mostly African American.