Back in April I thought we had a house. I started thinking of knocking down walls and walling up old plaster. I started thinking about corner lots and corner cabinets. Back in April I heard the family ghosts welcoming me home. A little red house called home. I had hellish hope for a house.
Back in August I obsessed about a house. I started talking to my AnyoneWho WillListen. I started dreaming of treeshouses and tree swings; big back yards and big family cookouts. Back in August I thought I heard neighbors welcoming me home. A little white house with green shutters I obsessively called home. I had hellish hope for a house.
Back in November I held out an offering for a house. I started dreaming about 2,000 square feet of house. Big house. Lots of room house. I started planning master bedrooms and multiple bathrooms. Back in November I made deals with lenders who wanted to welcome me home. A little(big) grey house with no neighbors. I held out for the hope of a house.
Back in December I dreamed about a oldnew house. A haunting of what I dared dream of before. I started having visions of well stocked stockings hung by the fireplace; a Christmas tree with festive twinkling lights in the window; the Merrymen singing O’ Come All Ye Faithful. I wished and prayed for a golden, sunlit kitchen complete with breakfast nook and built-in cabinets. Back in December I dreamed of having a second chance at getting a first house. A little beige house with cute cape windows. My hellish hope for a house heated up. Again.
Now I am here. I dream of a house with a dragon bowl in the bathroom. I dare to dream yet again. The dream is so close to reality I am this close to nausea. I told my dearest friend I am sure to puke any day now. I don’t think I am up to all this wait and see stuff.
But, here is the thing. This is the one. I am past the little red house with the family name; beyond the white house. I have forgotten the grey house and gotten over the beige house (honestly, I have). I have moved on to a little green house on a big hill. Hellish hope yet again.
25 days and counting.
~*LunaSea*~ 
The countdown period is the hardest part.
Days seem longer – but they aren’t!
Nights seem lost to insomnia – fight it back!
Dreams seem thisclose – and they are!
Make plans without thought to the what-ifs.
Window shop until the time to buy is right – with no guilt!
Speak your fears and your dreams to Kisa – he shares them I’m sure!
Let the work conversations slide into house-speak – we are so happy for you both!
Just know that you are loved in times of real estate disappointments (all freaking last year!) or real estate rewards (in this bright shiny new year).
xoxo
i agree with amy 🙂
You may very well puke … stranger things have happened. But if that is the worst thing that happens, then you are doing pretty damn good. Just hang in there kid! 🙂
this is the one. you know it. i know it. something is different and has been from the moment it came to be. keep packing those boxes and get the guest room ready. i can’t wait for you to give me the tour. xoxo