Wallyhood is pleased to introduce a new writer and cartoonist, Shalini Miskelly. Shalini is a stay-at-home mom of two boys and a freelance writer. You can find more of her cartoons and writing at http://readingandchickens.blogspot.com or at http://twitter.com/booksnchickens.
My husband and I moved to Wallingford in 2005 from a dark, soulless crevasse of humanity (also known as Sammamish). We realized from our time in the suburbs that we were more of a city family, and so bought the cheapest house we could find in our favorite neighborhood, and haven’t looked back.
One curious thing we’ve noticed over the years is a slow transformation from suburbanite to Wallingforder (Wallingfordian? Wallingfordite?). For instance, when we lived on the Eastside, our groceries looked like this:
Now that we live in Wallingford, though, our food philosophy has changed a little. We buy direct from farmers, eat unprocessed foods, and love locavores.
When we moved to Wallingford, we had one pet:
Now that we’ve been here six years, we’ve had a few additions:
(The one with extensions is the top of the pecking order; she’s a classic Mean Girl.)
And when we lived in Sammamish, this was our primary mode of transportation:
This wouldn’t do for Wallingford, so now we get around like this:
As for what we thought of real estate? In 2005, we saw this:
Now we see this:
Oh Wallingford. I think our transformation is complete.
Any ways Wallingford has changed you?
Great cartoon! I look forward to the next installment.
Cute cartoon. Although as someone who purchased a house in Wallingford in 2005, I’m not sure the real estate valuation observation is accurate.
Doug, it’s not; it’s hyperbole. 🙂
Also, we got in right before housing prices on our street exploded. The house right next to ours (slightly smaller, in worse condition), sold for 100K more than ours 6 months later. We were extremely lucky. House on the other side, same story, 150K more. If we weren’t really lucky, we’d likely still be in Sammamish.
I can now pick out pretentious douchebags a bit easier since I live amongst them
Wallingford has transformed my my utter misery regarding living as a San Franciscan in exile to general homesickness.
@neighbor maybe your next address should be a cave
@Shalini Welcome to Wallyhood! Loved it!
That’s interesting: I have exactly the opposite impression of Wallingford versus Sammamish. There’s no accounting for taste, I guess.
Welcome to the hood. How old are your kids? I’m starting a pre-school play-gym in lower Wallingford (near Gasworks) and would love for you to do a cartoon review of it.
Sigh. As a renter in Wallingford, I see a house for $500,000 and think “Well, that’s laughably unattainable.” I see a house for $900,000 and I just stop thinking.
I’ve been in Wallingford since ’64 and am thankful every day that my dad got a much better job over here and moved us from Pasco (the armpit of eastern Washington) when I was 11.
Haven’t lived in any other urban areas, so can’t comment on that. The snottiness of the neighborhood is usually a generational thing, though many of the 30-somethings are personable.
Welcome to the neighborhood, Shalini! You’ve found a great place to raise your boys and chickens.
Love it, Shalini – looking forward to the next one!
@ApartmentDweller I, too, rent an apartment. My Wallingford home-buying plan includes a lot of lottery tickets & a little luck.
I can understand what you’re saying, Chris W.. We couldn’t afford to buy a house in Wallingford nowadays. We bought in the late ’70s, when I sold my motorcycle for the down payment. Today would require a lottery ticket.
I bought a house in Wallingford (admittedly a dog) in 1983 for $68,000 on my right out of school salary of $18K per year. I sold it in 1999 for $272,000 and after loans and taxes used the remaining $90K to start a business. Now, 12 years later I ‘own’ a business and rent in Wallingford again. Not quite full circle. Hoping to buy next year if prices don’t start increasing again.
I moved into my house in November, 2004. It took me 15 years of constant overtime and no vacations, to save up for a 20% downpayment, and being a single parent, I started a second job. When I moved to the area from Texas, I knew this was where I wanted to live.
I bought at the tippy-top of the market with my ill-gotten dotcom bubble gains so, please, enough whining about the high cost of the homes. I’m trapped in this house like an injured, corpulent walrus under an ice floe. I need prices to climb back to those heights again or I’ll be entombed with smug, free-range, localvores until I’m in retirement.
No whining here! I love this neighborhood!
I love the area, too, Sandy. Wouldn’t live anywhere else. We looked at bigger houses out in the ‘burbs about 15 years ago, but one has to drive everywhere out there. We walk to our favorite shops, restaurants and our neighbors aren’t hidden down long driveways. Our kids took the bus to the UW and everything was easy to get to. And I’m slowly getting used to the new crowd in the area.
You’re not alone, DB.