Waiting.......

This is the house....no. This is the house.....no. This one is definitely the house.......um no. I love being at home. My home is truly where my heart is. I stay home sometimes for a week or two at a time and it doesn't bother me a bit. Then I go to the grocery store. Yes, people make comments and tell me I need to get out more. I'm fine. So, finding the right house is so important to me. We have been through so many and we may be done, but I hate to say anything yet. The taxes on the farm house were 12k a year......thinking?? Yes, that would be $1,000 a month added to your house payment. So we decided against it. There are a few things that I want in a house: wood stove/wood burning fireplace (for heating), yard to play in and have a garden, a clothesline, and a decent size kitchen. I spend so much time in the kitchen so I need space to cook and store everything. The fewer bathrooms the better. I don't like cleaning bathrooms. That all said I obviously don't like moving. It turns my everything totally upside down. We have moved three times in 6 years. Each time it has been for a job improvement for Joey and I have had beautiful brand new houses, but seriously........it screws with me bad. We need to wait until our house sells to buy another so my ideal situation is to rent a house that we could buy when ours sells. One move. It may not work out that way with this house we are looking at right now. It's so great that I decided that I would just cherish the time we could live in it. We hope to know tomorrow. This is our house in Georgia. Don't you want to buy it?? Someone you know that wants to move to Georgia???

I am still alive

So the packing continues, but the house hunting has halted. As soon as I laid eyes on a renovated 100 year old farm house, I didn't want to see anything else. It's just beautiful. About an acre of land complete with garden, clothes line, huge chestnut tree, and lots of room to run. The important things have been updated and rest has been left alone. I could sit and dream about the house and the life we would have there for hours. The house is for sale so we are trying to convince the owners to rent to us until our house sells. They've just got to. It's perfect. Joey is home for the weekend and my parents are also coming. Baseball tournaments start this weekend for both boys. Max turned 11 on the thirteenth so we will invite a few friends over to celebrate. Sometimes I can't believe I have been a mother for so long, a third of my life. I just love it. I was scared by the thought of being pregnant after the miscarriage, but now I ......... well I'm not scared any more. I want more babies someday. I guess it's meant for each of my kids to be 6 years apart. Only time will tell. Our CSA started back up this week after a few weeks break to plant for the winter season. I love having all of the fresh veggies to choose from and the giggles from the boys as they scurry away with what they have swiped from the counter. I will miss the winter growing season when we finally move back up north. I am going to can as much as possible to stretch or fresh vegetables into the winter. Other than that I can't wait to bask in the beauty of having four wonderfully distinct seasons. I am going to take those thoughts with me back to the boxes. It will be so nice on the flip side.

Patience

Part of Joeys going away meal. He is getting used to New Jersey and I am packing and trying to get things ready for the boys and I to go also. There are so many wonderful old farm houses there but they are all just a little to far away from Joeys work. I have to keep reminding myself that we are only renting until our house sells and we find the "perfect" house there. Patience and hope....... and and the bright side...... It'll all work out, it always does.

This week

Night games in jackets watching our favorite pitcher. One of the many characters that comes to visit us daily.
Park dates with friends.
Decorating cookies that we promptly threw away after the boys went to bed.
And some more canning to round out the week.

Boxes and boxes, and more boxes being filled which isn't much fun,

but a wonderful opportunity to continue my quest to simplify.