September 15, 2010

I should be trying to sleep but my mind is full of anxious thoughts and won't let me rest. I have been searching daily online, driving around neighborhoods, and thumbing through the Saturday open houses for weeks trying to find just the right home. After viewing several in what would likely be a very boring episode of "House Hunters", I finally found the one that feels like 'home.'  Today the seller accepted my offer and in 30 days from today, it will be mine pending that a few inspections go well. My garage is stacked floor to ceiling with cardboard boxes; the ones that had no place to go. Finally, they will be unpacked, broken down, and no longer will we have to utter the words, "Oh, that is in a box somewhere."