We’re in the final phase of the nightmare called buying a new place to live. It’s not ALL been awful. We’ve had a few good times in the middle of all the hard (and I do mean HARD) work…
Even on the bad days, we’re enjoying the “feel” we have out here. I wouldn’t move back to Seymour — or even a neighborhood — for anything. I found out it’s simply not my jam.
When the sellers pick up the last of their belongings here, I hope they forget about the swing that’s hiding in the edge of the yard and remember the 5 tires they disposed of out there. 🙂
