I’ve been holding back on the blogging lately because the only thing I’ve had on my mind is trying to sell our house. I was worried that talking about that here might jinx things, so I ‘ve been keeping mum.
The thing is the house still hasn’t sold, and I don’t think my talking about it or lack of talking really has anything to do with it. It just is what it is.
We move into our new little house next week. That’s her up there. I’ve been holding back my excitement because I ‘ve been so stressed out. It’s incredibly difficult to maintain the high level of stress I’ve had for the past 7 weeks. I’ve realized there’s nothing I can do about any of this (hard realization for a control freak), so I’m deciding to let it go. No more stress. Ahhh, that feels better.
Look at that sweet little house. It’s nestled on a quiet street, close to Sosi’s school, around the corner from my sister-in-law’s house and down the street from Ila’s baby-sitter’s. It’s still walking distance to my studio, downtown and the water. It’s a tiny house and I love that. I’m looking forward to making it our own. I’m also looking forward to the huge backyard with trees and my future garden… and maybe chickens? We’ll see about that one.
This house will sell… and if it doesn’t, maybe we ‘re meant to keep it. In the back of mind I’ve always wanted to hold on to this house, rent the 2 apartments out and maybe move back when the girls are grown. I love this house something fierce… maybe the universe is trying to show me again that I can handle more than I think I can.