Maybe just maybe

Maybe just maybe a change is coming. Not a huge life altering change, but living somewhere different is big enough.

We're going back to a house we saw a week and a half ago, to have another look. We think it might fit the bill. A little more space a ton more storage. 

It's not a huge house, but offers that little bit of extra room so that we aren't feeling quite so cramped. A big barn that can house the boat and the decoys and the camping/fishing/outdoor gear. Room to expand and add another garage so that we can put vehicles inside. Room for Miss K to play and still have an adult space away from the "toy room" 

There's renovations needed. That's why we're going back for another look. A check to make sure that we're not delusional and we're missing some big roadblocks. 

A check to make sure that we're not crazy after all these years of looking and this might actually work for us. 

I'm both scared and excited. That unique combo of both emotions. Hanging on that edge of a cliff or railing wondering if you're going to jump off into the great unknown and something new, or if some cruel hand of fate is going to push you back on your ass and reality will come crashing down.

So many what ifs and how are we's to think about. 

We're trying not to stress, trying to take each day as it comes, trying to keep realistic and not rush or hurry anything along the way.

If it's going to happen, it's going to happen. My one hope is that it will happen and be done or not done before school starts for Miss K.

Poor kid doesn't need too much change in her life, all in one fell swoop

Til next time, keep some extra boxes handy for us