Day 59
As of 10pm (mst) last night the contract was signed by the Seller of the property that I am hoping becomes mine.
I have not seen this place. And yet I am hoping the sale goes through … and I will purchase it pretty much sight unseen.
Well, I have seen it – in pictures but not in person. I have gotten opinions and some architectural descriptions from my parents, good friend and realtors. And yet – I still can’t figure out what this place looks like (not really) and I will not until the final walk-through before closing a month from now.
Scary? Not as much as one might think. I’m more relieved than anything. I’ve been packing my life away (literally) without knowing where I was going to land after I was out of this house. It was weighing so heavily on me. And now I know!
All along I had this picture of a white cottage-like shuttered lake house in my mind (no, there is no lake but it looks like there could be!) … and when looking online for homes for sale … it appeared. Just for me. It’s been on the market for 8 months … and no nibbles. I think it was waiting for me.
I am a firm believer that things will work out how they are supposed to. The journey may not always be a fun one … or an easy one … but it is how the universal plan is meant to be and what will be, will be. Thanks Doris … que sera, sera! (Forgive my omission of the accent marks I can never figure out how to make them on this pc!)
I will be less than 1.5 miles from my parents … Trader Joe’s … Starbucks … the quaint downtown area of Park Ridge … and a large park. My legs and Moby are going to be so happy!
The new house is on Rose Avenue … it doesn’t have much of a garden … but it will. I have already envisioned the lilac bushes and hydrangeas … the violet patch and the lily of the valley along the shaded north side and the sweet peas, hollyhocks and climbing roses that will cover the fencing. It’ll be my own little English garden.
I’d like to make it look like the Rose Cottage in the movie The Holiday. If I can’t have that house … I’d like mine to look like it but that would include a stone facade and sheep grazing in a pasture in the rolling countryside of Surrey. So, guess it won’t look anything like the one in the movie … except for the plaque I intend to put on the door … The Rose Cottage.
I’m a visual person. The home inside has white walls now … but by this time next year it’ll have a black and white toile bedroom and the walls will be the color of melted coffee ice cream. I’ll bring my olive, peach, teal, black and cranberry back in as accent colors. It’ll be alive and happy and beautiful … and MINE.
I’ll settle down and settle in and expand all at the same time. And I will start to breathe again. Breathing different air … it’s been a long time and I have needed this change so badly. I’m looking forward to a new chapter. One that centers around joy and going forward with life and not grief and sorrow and memories every time I turn around.
Of course, I will be back here often … Sam is here … my “grand-dogs” are here … my good friends are here. So, I’ll be back. Try to keep me away!
But for now, here I am, 1010 miles (1626 km) from my new home. I am keeping my fingers crossed that all goes well until The Rose Cottage is actually, really, truly … mine.