Time to roll out a new welcome mat. Well, almost…
For those of you following my adventures, I won’t keep you in suspense: We found a new home and move in at the end of June. Feel free to do a happy dance, and yell “woohoo!” and “ayiyiyi arrrrriba!” and “Yay!” I most certainly did.
Last I posted, a week ago, I had allowed the Comparison Monster to give me a testy ride, with her harrumphing about how other nice people are living in nice homes because they were good stewards with their money, and blah blah blah. I bring up her angry tirade, because the after effect of allowing the silly Comparison monster to express herself did a world of good for Elke the Human. It was as if a final large toxic bubble arose to the surface of my emotional body, burst open, and was….done. Gone. I’ve felt peaceful ever since, and more confident that all was going to turn out ok. I relaxed into a week of miracles large and small.
“OK, the new home…what about the new home, Elke?”
A number of weeks ago, a Zumba student came to me after class to inform me that she was renovating the lower floor of her lovely home and installing a full kitchen there, and would my husband and I care to take a peek and see if this would serve our needs? I said “Sure!” and wrote down her address and went to view it with the husband. Little did I know I had written down the wrong address. So Hubby and I pulled into the wrong driveway, he made a face, and proclaimed it was not for us. Period. I dropped it, and proceeded with the circuitous hunt.
Recently, this same cool woman brought up her renovation project, said the house will be ready by end of June (when our current 2 month lease will be up), and how about a visit? I told my husband, “Let’s go, if only to check it off the list.” So we pulled into the wrong driveway again, and out trotted a guy who knows my hubby. He pointed out the correct house at the end of the street.
The house is lovely, on the footprint of a 1966 home, and revamped by its current owner a few years back. It hosts a beautiful view of Mt Baker and the foothills and the sea. The 2 bedroom lower floor has a view as well. She showed us pretty much every inch of the one acre property and house, and used words such as, “I want community” and “I’m into energy, are you?” (Ahem.) and “I want people who are responsible and fun and I want this place warmed up [after two years of being a hermit after my divorce].”
By the time we sat down for tea and to talk about the details, I was in a state of wonder–and more than a little skeptical, to be honest. “Here it comes,” my mind said, “the price whammy that will not make this work.”
I told my mind to shut up….
The rent was so reasonable, I think my mouth fell open. She wanted people who will take care of the home in the winter while she visits family in Arizona for 4 months. And then she proceeded to tell us that this generous offer included utilities (“I use them anyway”). I think my eyes started to water…. there must have been something in the air. Something like kindness or fairy dust or who knows. We are grateful beyond measure.
A pal has asked me, “Why all the bumps and travails leading up to this?” I have an answer: Healing comes in painful packages sometimes, and apparently I had a lot to heal: The last few years have been challenging and at times exhausting, and I’d not had much time to pause for grieving what I’d lost, or for processing the rapid fire changes. The time between the notification to leave our ex-home and the day we found our new one has given me plenty of time to both grieve and process.
We move in at the end of our 2month lease. We will have some sort of party for sure. And…
We are so enjoying life right now!
Blessings on your journey,
PS: I am still able to use a wonderful temporary office in a friend’s waterfront home until the office in this new home is open…. What–I didn’t mention an office? Yup! Fully wheelchair accessible too. Regardless, I am open for business, so contact me and I’ll tell you where to find me.