A Slow Skid

I can't believe my house-building saga is coming to an end.  I have actual moving dates the end of this month.  I'm dreading the 2 days, 3 trucks, 6 men--but we all get through it somehow.  I'm excited to fill the drawers and lay the carpets--it'll be like Christmas to see all my things again.  And I'm so eager to drive into the garage and park, look outside from the different rooms and sit on a sofa--in solitude.  But mostly, I'm ready for it to be over.  I've finally gotten weary of the drive back of forth and the endless details and decisions.  And with the long and dragged out process (you may remember I was told I'd be in by last Christmas), I've ended up being and feeling extremely "house poor."    Tap title to continue reading

But I'm still house-happy.  I've loved the whole building adventure.  I wish I was 30 years younger and had 2 or 3 more houses ahead of me.  I've learned a lot and think I could make the next planning and construction more streamlined.  I might even want to vary the style direction a little.  But instead, this house will be my forever home--I've got all my dreams, visions and needs right here.

It's a good time to be moving--long days, and an amazing amount of sunshine.  I just hope the warm weather lasts--for the practical reason that Sadie, the bounding beagle, will be in her new home too--with new-found dog door access all day, every day.  And the landscaping is still at the dirt stage, so a little rain means--lots of mud!

I'm eager to be settled, to do a little cooking and a lot of gardening.  And I'm excited for a summer of entertaining and sharing the finished product with friends and family.