Sold and Bought...
Updated: Jun 22
I am an emotional and mental mess.
Sold is our condo, our home of eighteen years. Sentimental sap that I am (and all writers are trained to look back and feel and process, right?), I've been crying for about four days. Selling our home was the right thing to do. But it was our home. So much love happened here. Parties with friends, cementing relationships I'll never forget.
Purchased is our little writing pad in the great white north of Michigan. Cobwebs, moisture, and wood rot have happened there. Mingling of friends? Not yet. Mingling of galvanized and copper? Oh, yes.
Change is so hard. Giving up eighteen years of work to make this home comfortable and convenient, so we can trade it in for a new one and start at ground zero.
Five years of discussing and planning, a year of checking out the area, six months shopping for homes, and now it's all VERY REAL. I'm going to go be a writer and chase my dream, accompanied by the world's best hubby, two great dogs, and the support of my family and friends. (And a bunch of spiders, but I'm working on that.)