{a wink and a yippers!}

well, well, well.

late yesterday, i got the call after fiddling with inspectors, quotes and final contract amendments for over a week. it is dang stressful to be in love with a house while knowing you shouldn't be just yet while the i's are not yet dotted and the t's are not yet crossed. it was hard not to talk about it since it could have fallen through or even own the fact that i couldn't talk about it.

okay, so i believe in signs, winks and nudges...and i was looking for them. after searching for homes multiple times each day for a few months now, i came home from work two weeks ago and found the house, called my realtor (who was a Godsend) and met her there the next morning.

the house had to be special… with a porch where we could shell peas in our converses, where my children would feel safe, where i would feel safe, from where we could walk to campus, from where we could walk to the square, from where we could ride our bikes to the river on topsyturvy summer days, where we could build new memories and traditions and not sigh at the dusty memories of the past, where we could raise smiles and chickens and where we could rock a swing to the rhythm of the falling rain...and He delivered.

again.


i will be back in my hometown where both sets of my mother's grandparents raised their families with their heads held up high, in my hometown that raised my wild mother and helped her in turn to raise us wild kids, in my hometown that i couldn't wait to run from after i graduated from college, in my hometown that i turned my back on while lapping up what two coasts, bright lights, marriage and the raising of three children had to offer and back to my hometown that has welcomed me & my children (when we have been a tiny bit battletattered, but not broken) back with open arms.

to the sweet family who has been caring for it, i am most thankful. their sensitive aesthetic kept the house in its near authentic vibe.

for this leg of the journey, i am more than grateful.
thank You.