So, you remember when I was sitting and waiting on that pretty, blue bench? Well, the main point of that trip(other than to see my handsome husband, of course) was to look at a house.
Okay, so, "to look at a house" is a bit vague. I mean, I had *seen* the house. But only in pictures. My husband went to walk through the house since he was there and I was not. And he took a bajillion and seven pictures for me...Now, that sounds like a lot of pictures, right? Well, in all honesty, I could have looked at more pictures....I mean, you cant ever have enough pictures....can you? Especially when you are thinking of buying a house.
Long story short. My husband bought me a house! Without me ever being in it. Is he crazy, you ask? Maybe. Was it a huge risk on his part? Well, really this could have gone one of two ways, right? It could have ended up the house of my dreams or the house of his nightmares. Luckily, he knows me very, very well.
The first time I got to see/walk through the house was after our offer had been accepted and the inspection was being done. I got to walk around and get a feel for everything. Thats very important when you get a new house...the way it makes you feel. That and the way it smells.
Well, I loved it. I mean, I LOVE it. And boy, was my husband ever happy to hear me say that!
But wait. Dont get too excited. Well, okay. You can get excited! What I mean to say is that things arent a sealed deal yet. We still have a couple hurdles to get over. And because of that Ive been holding out on you. Yep. Thats what Im saying. Im a holder outer. You see, when it comes to this kind of stuff...really, big, important stuff...I get a tad superstitious and more than a tad paranoid that something will go wrong if I say things about it out loud. And so, even though writing it isnt the same as saying it out loud....it still has that cloud of superstition and paranoia hanging over it. Have I made any of you run off yet due to the fact that you think I am officially crazy at this point? Well, you may want to come back...for just a minute anyway.
Without further ado, I present to you my soon to be home:
I have always wanted a long, curving drive to my house. Long=more than 25 ft.
My garden space. Soon to be filled with yummy produce.
No, these arent holes that drop into the center of the earth.
They are actually my strawberry beds. I think I counted a total of 18 plants in there. I heart strawberries.
My grape vines.
Some of my fruit trees.
And just everyday trees. Im gonna have trees. Me. I am.
A secret path.
A very charming gate that I love very,very much. Hang on tho. Look at the picture, but pretend that you are standing with your back to that tree you see there. This means that you will be facing that little charming gate in the opposite way that the picture is presented to you.
This is very important because now if you walk through the gate you can see one of my two pastures.
And my barn! (swoon)
Now quick. Knock on wood.
Did you do it? Phew. Thank you.
But hurry. Cross your fingers. Did you do it?
Sigh. Okay. Thank you.
Im nearly hyperventilating over here....
The Weekend Dish: 2/24/2018
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