We found a lovely 3 bedroom 2 bathroom home yesterday and put in an offer on it. Our offer was accepted today and now we just have to wait for the inspection and hope the financing goes through. We have wanted to get out of the house we’re in for awhile. The neighborhood isn’t great and the schools here aren’t good at all. This home far surpassed our dreams. In addition to all of the regular things a home has it has a family room and a finished room in the basement. There is a patio out back for our grill and a yard in front and back for me to garden in.

For a long time I believed that we would never be able to own a home again. Alex tends to be very pessimistic as well. He says that way he’s never disappointed. Me, I am often disappointed. I am pessimistic with a swirl of hope I try to hide. This home is in a lovely neighborhood that would put Polly in a good high school when that time comes. It is closer to her current middle school so we wouldn’t have to spend as much time on the bus.

Nathan is doing great at his new school. When I asked him how his day was after the first day he exclaimed, “I love it!” I was stunned. This young man hasn’t loved school since they took away the toys and play dough and brought out the books. He has made new friends and even brought a couple home for dinner last week. This might not seem like a big deal to many of you but he hasn’t brought a friend home since third grade. He said that he likes the classes because they show you what to do and if you don’t understand it they take the time to show you how to do it. Imagine that! A small school is clearly what he needs and I am so grateful that he got in.

I go back and forth between bursts of excitement over the possibility of moving to a newer much nicer home in an area I love and waves of fear over all the things that could go wrong. So basically it’s a normal day with the addition of a maybe possible move.

That’s about all that’s new. I have been on a decluttering mission for the past week. I really want to have fewer things because it makes cleaning so much easier. I even managed to get Polly to donate several boxes to charity. When I told her that I could call and have the Vietnam Veterans Association pick up the items from our front porch she scrunched up her face and asked, “Why would the veterans want to play with my old toys?” I explained that they had a thrift store and they sold the items and then used the money to help the veterans. Or at least I hope they do. But in the end, whatever. Boxes of stuff are gone and it feels better.