Guys? I'm freaking out. How am I supposed to get super excited about our new house when we haven't sold our current house? What if we don't sell it? What if it's Fall and the house is built and nobody bought this one and we can't close? We accepted this risk 100% when we dove headfirst into this adventure. But that doesn't completely invalidate my worries...
Lately I have been thinking about how lucky we are to be even doing this at all. How fortunate we are to have a beautiful home to sell. A safe neighborhood to live in. Family living nearby. I have been focusing on the fact that whatever is meant to be, will happen. Whether that's moving or staying. I think I'm on the brink of an important life lesson. Whatever the outcome is has yet to be identified.
I'm tired. Tired of Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest. Pictures of beautiful things that I want to have. Jealousy, that evil green monster. Why can't I see the beauty in what I already have? Why do I need things? After all, they are just things. I have always maintained that experiences are more valuable (um hello, best vacation excuse ever). Perhaps this experience, in itself, will become a valuable memory for us.
What is going to happen? I don't know. What is that quote about the journey being the destination?
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