August 31, 2012
Not knowing is the worst. Because there is nothing to be done to ameliorate the anxiety that a wrong step has been taken. Once the decision is made and it is too late to go back, then all the ramifications can be dealt with. But until then there is only waiting. The call comes mid-morning that the house, surprisingly, is mine. My rush of astonishment is followed by joy. And relief that the joy indicates I did take the right step. I sign the papers in the evening, show the realtor my current house, and begin to call the handymen needed to get it cleared out and cleaned up and on the market. And start letting my family and friends know that after so many years, I will be moving.
New beginning clear the palate of the past so you can better taste the future…so what else would you expect someone who lives near wineries to say. :-) Congrats on the new home.
slpmartin
September 3, 2012 at 11:37 pm
Thanks– I am drinking my changing circumstances slowly, savoring the bouquet.
mairmusic
September 5, 2012 at 1:49 pm
Maybe it will be a “beginners” home in the spirit of “beginners mind.” That might be exciting.
Congratulations!
Jamie Dedes
September 26, 2012 at 6:54 pm
I hope so– thanks!
mairmusic
October 1, 2012 at 2:37 pm