My, my. What a full few weeks. A trip to Montana, a new niece born, big steps at work, and deciding to move.
I HATE MOVING. But, since I am working on being grateful, I have been working on changing my attitude. We don’t know our exact timeline, so for now I am grateful for this house. My home. Its built-in spice rack, beautiful hardwood floors, charming little kitchen. I love living next to our best friends. I love being within walking distance from 4 of our favorite families. I love this neighborhood. I love my chestnut tree.
Why are we leaving? Our landlords can’t fix anything. They are broke. It’s sad, and my compassion for them has kept us from making this leap for a while now. But when they told us that they wouldn’t fix a mold problem, even if it was making us sick, that was the final straw. We cannot raise our child in a house this old unless it can be kept safe.
So we are looking for homes in the neighborhood to rent and are having trouble. We looked into buying, but we can’t get a loan until Layne has been self-employed for another year. God’s timing is not ours, so I am working on being content with a half-packed house. Trying to keep it together as my boat is rocked. Trying to accept that all my seedlings may not have a chance to make it to the garden this growing season. I don’t like this in-between season, but it is a perfect chance to practice gratitude.
I am grateful that Layne and I are in sync with this decision.
I am grateful that we have a house to live in.
I am grateful for a renewed committment to this neighborhood.
I am grateful that our landlord FINALLY replaced the caulk in the tub and the bathroom fan.
I am grateful for our community.
I am grateful for God’s strength in my weakness.