I’ve had visions of my first blog post after this recent lull, for quite some time now. It went something like this: a glorious video tour of the amazing 1906 farmhouse we had just bought that was still loaded full of original details just waiting to be uncovered and brought back to their original glory. Who better to do that than me?
I’d show you everything just as it was when we found it. Before I did a thing. Like I would literally sit on my hands if I had to in order to show you every nook and cranny before I had taken a solitary tool to any of it or ripped out a single piece of carpet.
Alas, my heart has been dashed into a million bits and, for the moment anyways, my dream of restoring an amazing piece of history, is dead once again.
How did that happen, you ask? I’d tell you if I was completely sure myself but to be honest I’m still somewhat mystified at how a sure sale on not one home but two, can go so badly awry. And all due to some dishonesty on the part of one party who appears to be attempting to avoid reporting a portion of their income.
Banks don’t like that.
Banks change their minds about whether or not they are going to give you a large amount of money to buy a house.
Sometimes Banks change their minds at the last second. When all your things are in boxes and you are spending your last 2 sleeps in your current house and literally dreaming of your upcoming life in your new home and the adventure awaiting you.
And then it all comes crashing down. And because one person can’t keep up their end of the deal, sometimes everyone pays the price.
Sometimes lots of people get hurt including little children who don’t understand why all of a sudden they can’t move into the new house they have been waiting so patiently to move into. And why they can’t have those lovely new rooms they had already planned out and those playrooms they had their hearts set on. And that fish pond in the backyard that they have been talking about since the first moment their little eyes beheld it.
And sometimes when your own heart is breaking you have to hold back the tears and the disappointment and you have to hold those children in your arms and plan a game of “let’s find the toys” and let them open up all the boxes of toys that have been packed away for the last several months.
And then you have to breathe really deeply and you have to start figuring out a way that you can make this all work in your own mind. For me, it looks something like moving all the furniture around the house into new positions and putting decor in new homes as I unpack it so I feel like at least something has changed and maybe I have a slightly different home? Maybe if I squint a little….
I will share the changes with you as I get more things unpacked.
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