Monday, August 18, 2008
The good news: We love each other.
The rest of the news: The Universe delights in switching things up for us.
And so we run around and juggle, we flip, flop and flap, and whatever else it takes to keep moving forward.
I'm done pretending to be indifferent, trying to remain detached. I cannot remain detached... I only keep my thoughts and wishes guarded, and somehow my heart always finds its way to my sleeve.
The *trailer lot* that we tried for is no longer an option for us. I cried. But. BUT, (don't you love a big but?)
we are working on an offer for another place, a different space. I'm not sure if it's perfect, (what is?) but I like it. It's weird. It's groovy. It could be good, and would be good if we
got to tweak it, make it our own. It's a short sale though and those are notoriously hard. We have waited 5 years to make some kind of move that puts us in our
nest, and I really want this one to be the one. Please pray for us. Please envision us in a brick ranch house with fire pit in the back yard and a ridiculously small kitchen. Please.
Or something else, but soon. Please, soon.
All my work of the last 3 weeks has gone down the tubes and today I ran around making a whole new game plan. We really, really need our nest. I've got my heart set on finding our course... not perfection, not grand scale... just our own safe harbor, feathered nest, sacred space, home, sweet home.