Decision Made

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Monday we were excited about the possibility, but then overnight doubts set in for me. He talked me through it, assuaged my fears. The house around the corner with the beautiful views also needs work.

We called the owner for another viewing. Ric was right. My concerns were not founded. I was in. But then Ric had a change of mind. We talked it out.

Disability limits my financial input. The burden is on Ric. I don’t want him to stress over a move. I tell him so.

“But the house would be so much better for you,” he says.

“I’m fine,” I tell him. “The most important thing is that we are happy, and we are, right where we are.”

“I’ll give it one shot,” he decides. The owner is asking an exorbitant price. We both agree not to stretch beyond what is practical.

Ric goes to meet with the owner. The dogs and I wait. I anticipate our bid will fail.

Backyard through screened door off kitchen.

The owner accepted our offer. The house is ours. Now we just have to get this one ready for sale.

Send energy. I’ll need it.

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

38 thoughts on “Decision Made”

  8. Congrats to you – indeed a huge decision. Sending lots of energy. Hopefully you will have enough time between selling and moving to do the work at a more comfortable pace. Will you need to downsize very much?

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  14. Oh my goodness………..I have moved and sold a house more times then I care to think about. I know the energy it takes and I am sending you LOTS of love, peace, energy and love through this process. Make sure you take GREAT care of yourself through this and CONGRATulations!

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      1. 🙂 🙂 🙂 LOL…………oh my goodness, yes! I feel the same way, we never learn!!! please take great care of yourself through this. Looking back over the years, I swear, each move made my health a little worse.

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