the place i now call home

The last time I sat down to write, I was lamenting about the house we had just lost.  I am elated to report that I am now writing from my old desk but in a new room in our new house.  The whole process seems almost like a whirlwind blur.  We saw about 20 or so homes, changed realtors, and changed mortgage lenders but did not end up changing the location of where we wanted to live.  Irony will have it that we ended up in a home one address, yep, that's one address away from the house that I wrote about in my last post.

Being a homeowner is definitely uncharted waters for us.  After signing a very large and daunting stack of papers with a lawyer, the keys were handed to us and I had the feeling of did that just happen?  Our first course of action was to go over to the new abode and walk through every room, imagining just what it will be like to live in such a great space.  We are happy and thankful for the way that everything worked out and do believe we are in the right house for us.

As I explained in the last post, one of the best features of the place we now live is the river access the community has.  It is almost as if I am swept away to another place walking along the path that hugs the shoreline of the Saluda.  As corny as it may sound, the area reminds me of how much beauty different parts of our country hold.  I've always been drawn to water, and something about this area provides a sense of tranquility and beauty.  The space is shared of course with the areas natural inhabitants.  In the two weeks since moving we've encountered many Canadian geese,  Nutreas (if you haven't had the pleasure of seeing one, look it up), fox, deer, snakes and I'm sure there will be others that will make an appearance at one time or another.

Of course our dog has a whole new attitude towards us that encompasses a sense of unending gratitude.  I swear he is sure that this move was made for his benefit.  He has wasted no time darting through trees, jumping in the river, exploring the banks as well as scouting every inch of our backyard.  I'm happy that he has more room now to be a dog, I'm sure at some point he'll realize this isn't just for him... then again, maybe not.  There will be more stories to come, for now signing off happily from my old desk in my new home.

Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it  is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.-Harriet Beecher Stowe