This is the list.
A page and a half of jobs open for next spring. Joe brought it home to me yesterday afternoon with all but a dozen scratched out.
In true Stephinie style I've spent a good chunk of time with that list, some coffee, and the computer. Researching things like house prices and food cooperatives and yarn shops. You know, important stuff.
These pages hold our fate. Our next home. Our dreams.
We've done this before. In fact this will be the sixth move in 15 years. Each of them to a completely different geographic location. But this one is is a bit different. This one we hope will be our last.
I almost didn't tell you about it here. I'm a bit superstitious about it. Okay, maybe a lot superstitious.
But then, I remembered there is strength in numbers. In thoughts and prayers and good vibes.
And you know, if you have any of those you could spare.... we would certainly appreciate them right about now. We could use them in the coming months while we not so patiently wait to find out where our next home will be.
In the meantime I'm going to smile at this little corner of my windowsill and remember that somehow, we'll end up just where we need to be. Because we always do. (and maybe dream just a little bit about four seasons)