We will be moving in two weeks to this house. 14 days and counting.
It is a brand new, never been lived in, clean, with the most beautiful view, (even Dakota loves it) It's set apart by itself, and is the first house in a development, that has yet to be developed.
This is what she is looking at.
I've been struggling with being excited for the move. I just can't get there. Not to the new house. To excited. This is the master bath. I hate that word, (master). We currently don't have one in the house we are moving from. So yeah, I could get excited about that.
The master closet
master bedroom, with a great view remember.
one of the downstairs living rooms
stairs to the second floor
huge kitchen here,
We , my siblings and I, were always brought up to be grateful for everything. We had little like most people, and so the very little was a lot. We lived in an apartment our entire lives. And my parents had 7 children!!! I feel so blessed to have had exactly what we had, and no more. When I was a child, I would dream of having our own house. Big, bright, spacious...
I love the house we are leaving. It is an old Victorian with large rooms, high ceilings... Our neighbors are old, caring, sweet, helpful. They still sit on the swing in the evenings. We are right in the center of town and it is very convenient to go where ever at a moments notice. T.J.'s is right down the street. I like that. Plus, I'm a REAL neighborhood kind of girl. Blue Eyed Husband and the male peeps, not so much.
It is time to move. Our current landlord is ready to sell. We are not ready to buy...
Excitement is not anywhere in me. Gratefulness however, is. Maybe I just need to hold onto that, and call it good. I will be just a spit away from my two sisters. They literally live down the hill. THIS, I am so very thankful for. (Florida sister comes up for the summer to her cottage with her husband.)
Hugs from Maine