So I was chanting this morning after feeding the cranky Boo some breakfast – phone rang – we got the house! Eeeks! And hurray! And eeks again! Then a flurry of texting – and DH asks me if I’m happy. I think it’s sweet that he asks but really that’s always a loaded question for me. I’m not nearly as contented until I am past the big change and can relax. Like going on a trip – until the plane arrives safely, my luggage arrives, and I can determine the sheets in the hotel bed are not nasty and I breathe vacation air, I’m not relaxed and happy. This is no different.
But yeah, I’m pretty excited! My ultimate goal is not to find a home that I don’t have to get up and move. I can make it my own, pull up my rocking chair and shotgun and tell interlopers to GET OFFA MY LAND! Until then, I AM looking forward to a fresh start!