Man . . . how time flies when you're having fun . . . or maybe it's just that time flies by faster when you're working full-time and trying to figure out what the heck you're doing.
After living out of suitcases and sleeping on Staci's couch for almost two months, we finally got her little rent house in town livable. It's nice and cozy and I'm truly grateful to have a closet to hang my clothes in and a bed to sleep on. So don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining.
But, I must admit that living apart from Mike is hard. I went home over the July 4th weekend and had a really wonderful visit. Our home there is so peaceful and comfortable. It has that southern style warmth that makes you want to kick back and read a good book or watch an old movie. The dogs are relaxed and lazy there and the cats act like we're invading their space by being back. It's just homey.
I still love my new job but I must admit there are more and more challenges the longer I'm there and that's a good thing. It's never dull and the staff is still the best I've ever worked with and that's the truth.
We may have our house sold to a great couple from Austin. I think all of us will be better once the papers are signed and the moving can begin. This constant limbo state wears on your psyche and on your nerves. Will they get their loan? Will we get ours? Should we just keep the Texas house and lease it out or would that be selfish and foolish since we could use a good part of the equity to pay off some bills? Is this house in New Mexico really the one we should buy? It's not my dream house, that's for sure. But it is a nice house that doesn't need a ton of work before we can move in. Should we just rent for a while and wait till the right place does come up for sale?
Too many questions and not enough information to get the answers. Once again, I reckon it's time to let go and let God. Man, that's a tough call for this type A gal.
