Last night I arrived home to a little Gingerbread Cottage. DH had strung lights, and man, did it look pretty...even without the snow!
It has been a tough few months since moving here. At times I have allowed disappointments to overshadow the joy I feel at living here. Our other home has been on the market for months, and had not shown until the Open House on Saturday, and even at that...only one couple came through. Every plan we have had for THIS home, has been put on hold.
I am sure that there is a lesson in this... There always is...and when I open my heart to the lesson, I feel that I have more control over the whole situation.
My husband describes himself as "overly optimistic" and me as "overly pessimistic." (Don't worry...he won't do that again!") I prefer to say that I am more in touch with reality. The house will not sell this year, and so, we must come up with innovative ways to manage both two homes. We are working on that.
This house is all we need, just as it is. Additions can wait. What sold me on it months ago, still gives me great joy. I love to look across to my neighbour's home and see the sheep. Llama, and horses grazing. I love the flurry of birds at my feeder. How quiet this neighborhood is! And... when our water returns next spring, we will welcome back frogs and dragonflies, and insects of all description.
Life is very busy, and will be for a while, but patience and gratitude are two of the lessons..and rewards...of this journey.
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