Did you hear my hallelujah shouts today? The painting is done. I’m so happy I could cry. If I’m financially able, I will never paint again. It is the job that seems to take forever. But it’s done and there are just a few minor things to finish and the old house will be on the market. Whoooohooo!
There’s a bit of sadness there too. That little house was where we regrouped and caught our breath after being in a town we just didn’t like or feel welcomed in. It’s the little house that sheltered us when we’d felt so beaten and broken. It’s the little house where I published my first novel; where my husband took a leap and started his own business. It held us while we mourned Joey, our sweet boy kitty, and the house where we grew to love Roary, the kitty we rescued from the pound.
I hope the next people are as blessed as we were in that house. I hope they find it to be the shelter and home they need. It’s a great little house. I’ll miss it but I’m also thankful for the new one too. I’m growing to love this house more and more.
Okay, I’ll stop. It’s been a long week of hard work and it’s time to drink a glass of tea and rest a second. I know I still have books to get out and I will as soon as the house is done, which should be this weekend.