Unsettled
Sometimes I just need to know things so that they are settled in my mind. The thing we’ve been churning about since we got here is if we picked the right house. We would prefer more space for a garden AND trees and things like chickens (or other livestock) without having to worry about city regulations. The bees would enjoy the country, I’m sure. The major question has always been, could we sell our house and come out on the other end with a down payment? Probably not, we’ve guessed. But I’ve had enough wondering. I’ve put my call out to the universe - the dream home, the forever home, with enough money to make it happen. The perfect land and the right size for us, with an additional structure or space for Pat’s hobbies, in a location that fits our activities and close enough for Pat’s commute to be reasonable. We are listing our house at the end of June, after the necessary repairs are completed and the place is spiffed up and the “don’t touch it, go eat it outside, let’s go to the park” days begin. Six months on the market, six months to really know - is it time to go? Or is our forever home right here? I need to know. I need to stop wondering. It’s time to find out.