January brings sharp cold air, fresh starts, new semesters, and, this year, a big dollop of house hunting.
I’ve been working on finding/building/making/conjuring a house for a few years now. I haven’t said much before because it’s always been just about to disappear. But now, with an income that banks consider as existing (turns out contract pay does NOT count) and pre-approval under my belt, it’s time.
With the majority of the planning done it’s down to actually doing things now and the stress has definitely gotten to me. There are big, many-years-compounded dreams for what this home will become and a few adults besides myself who will call it home BUT! It’s one of those times when I can lean in hard on the joy of being cared for by someone way bigger than me who has my (and my loved ones) best interest in mind.
I have also been coping with spreadsheets. Lots of spreadsheets. Color coded ones too, which always gives my heart an extra little flutter of joy.
So here I sit with a candle burning, my tea brewing, pretty markers to play with, refreshing the MLS feed and dwelling in the gift and comfort of knowing that all will be well…all manner of things will be well.