My calendar has a big red ring around Monday 1st December. In black writing it says Moving Day!!!
|The house when we first bought it almost 5 years ago. Tenants certainly took their toll on the lawn.|
This date was selected 11 months ago, in our driveway, on our way to work. Why this date? Neither of us know, it was just a date, far into the future, that would cement the coveted prize of living on our beloved property, rather than a long line of tenants. The planets were coming into alignment. Tenants had given notice, all thoughts of selling WG had been dashed by a stagnant real estate market, especially acreage such as this, other factors had come into line.
This day was 4 years, 9 months in an exercise in waiting.
This day was the day that kept me going, kept me getting out of bed each day, kept me working in a basement with no light, gave me hope that one day it would all work out.
Except this day, today, happened two weeks ago.
We time traveled into the future.
So today, Moving Day, has been and gone.
Today is for settling in, unpacking boxes, building wardrobes and hanging clothes, finding homes for all the stuff that makes up our lives. All the million and one little jobs that come after the moving day.
It is not a complete house move. We are leaving the old place mostly furnished so it will look better for selling. I think they call this Staged! I am hoping it sells fast as I want my furniture in my farmhouse. My dresser and dining table that my Dad made, our well lived in leather couch, the sofa for our bedroom, bookcases.
But for now, we are comfortable .. and happy.
Contentment is not far away.