A few years ago we had bought a fixer upper in town but we've been unable to get contractors to do the work that needed to be done. My husband started a new job last year and was unable to do the work he wanted to do, so this needed to be sold.
We spent several weeks after the funeral looking for a new home and the prices began to get out of reach. 120's were snapped up before we could stop and catch our breath. 130's were gone just as fast. We got into the 150's before getting a call from a friend.
A friend I grew up with was anointed Pastor in the spring of the very church my grandmother attended in a small town in PA, several hours from Hagerstown. Upon learning we were moving, he and his wife graciously offered to sell their townhouse for the exact number I had in mind to buy.
The summer flew by, we did our trip to Texas, came home and packed the entire month of August. Our fabulous Violette enjoyed a few weeks in Montana with her grandparents while the rest of us packed and packed until we ran out of boxes. Our friends moved out and we moved in right on their heels.
So here we are, with our own house again. Another mortgage payment, our own furniture, street parking, no curtains yet, off-key singing neighbors, saucy teenagers who step out into traffic and dare you to mow them down - it's so much to take in.
I still go back to mom's house to work as my office is in the basement and it's a place of quiet (except the crickets) and normalcy. I think that's needed when life has been turned upside down.