How many things can change in a month? Don't ask! LOL.
I resigned from my job and gave two weeks notice, they asked for three and I stayed three ... during that time I found a job that looked like a good fit for me (over 100 other people applied for the same position, not kidding, I was shocked when they told me.) I made it through two phone interviews and got to be interviewed in person. I got he job! Okay, my long time job is history, (about 13 years experience) training for new position in a field I have never worked before. That is a change. No stress there ... right? Actually...no! The people are fabulous and I am enjoying training and learning so much! During those same three weeks my husband asked me one day if he could "show" me something. (This usually means another antique car is joining our family. Sometimes it is a truck, or a motorcycle, or a trailer...usually it is a car. Always "classics".) I held my breath as we pulled into the driveway of a HUGE (understatement on the size) Queen Anne Victorian home from the late 1800's. I looked for the old car/truck...nothing. It was the house he was showing me. For sale/bank owed/dirt cheap/gorgeous dream house in need of lots of work. Not too far from where we live now...Jill would go to the same school. I said call the Realtor. We did. I fell in love with this giant project waiting for attention and TLC. In the middle of leaving a job/finding a job ...I now knew I wanted this house. 24 years in the same house, that is a lot of memories. I didn't think I could ever want to leave it. The thing is, our current house is the house we could afford as a young couple, we added on...and on...and on. We made it ours. It isn't our style (started life as a modular). We have loved it, but it isn't a reflection of what we love. High ceilings, sturdy woodwork, fireplaces, history (oh how we love houses with history...it's what we do with our time together. Explore/take tours/view old houses and learn their history...have you ever been to the pink house? Awesome). That is what we love. We are down to our last beautiful baby bird in this nest of ours. In two short years she will fly away to college. We are ready to start "our" life together all over again. Pretty fitting that we have been married for 25 years. We made an offer. They excepted it. We are in the process now of selling our home and buying this new home and living in it together for the next 24+ years. Changes, I am never comfortable with them. I have a hard time with them. I am going through them head on and full force at warp speed. If this all falls together my daughter will leave the only home she has ever known. She is very sentimental, like her mom. I don't know how we will get through some of what lies ahead. My life is a blur right now as Rob and I "liquidate" to get cash...selling the excess. Last week a man came by looking at one of Rob's old cars...he had a visitor for Jake with him:
Isn't that funny? It looks like that pug drove in and Jake walked over to say hello! I don't know what he is going to think of people doing "walks" through our house. It will be a big change for him. This is the only home he has ever had, he stays in the yard (unless baby ducks are involved). He has a routine. I worry about that.
I will still be stamping, that wont change! I will still have stamp camps and classes too. You should see the rooms in this place, there will be lots of space and maybe stamping and scrapbooking weekends will be an option I will explore!
I sit in my sun room, thinking about the changes over the last three weeks...watching the ducks on the pond...drinking my tea. There is a breeze and the sun is shining. The waterfall is making the most comforting sounds...this is my home. I love it here. I will miss it. Change.
This is what our future may look like. Pretty Grand ~ a dream I never knew I had in me...waiting to unfold.
