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| Morning coffee on our deck |
Work on the house was slow the last month… not only were we
busy with other life happenings but mostly, we were delaying starting our
baseboards because I think neither one of us wanted to do the project. Things
did pick up quickly, though, when we decided to the start the process of
refinancing out of our FHA loan. To be able to drop our PMI (mortgage insurance)
we need the house to appraise for as high as possible and therefore, we decided
that we definitely needed to bust out the last of our big projects beforehand.
I will be posting soon on all of that… nothing too exciting, just some finishing
touches… but I am so excited to say
that (as I write this) the first coat of paint is going on the exterior of the
house and I cannot wait to see what it is going to look like finished!
All of that aside though, I wanted to do a quick post on
gratitude. I want to say thank you to everything, to everyone, to our realtors,
to our friends and family who have helped us so much along the way, to synchronicity
and to the universe for giving us everything that it has. Sometimes I have a
hard time remembering to take a moment and really be present… but when I do, I
am absolutely overwhelmed with how amazing this past 6 months have been. The process,
the people and the results have all come together so fast that I almost didn’t realize
it was one of my dreams coming true.
There is still a long ways to go on the house… there will
forever be work to do on our property and that is much more of an exciting
thought than that of remodeling the inside of the house (which was exciting as
well, but also pretty daunting). I get butterflies when I think of the
possibilities like having a garden next spring, picking blackberries from our
bushes by the creek after they ripen, decorating our backyard for summer soirees
and most of all, everyone knows I can’t wait to be able to milk my goats and
start making loads of cheese, cream and butter once they have little babies of
their own!
On a personal level, I also have work to do. My new job
finds me commuting to Roseville every day and although I do like the new company
I am working for, the almost 3 hours of driving a day is really bumming me out
(for lack of a better term). Not to mention almost 10 years working in a
cubicle is taking it’s toll on me physically and mentally (I am a firm believer
that not having at least a window to
look out of for 8 hours of the day can drive a person crazy). I struggle to
find and use my passions, I struggle to communicate my frustrations and I
struggle to not take it out on the people I love. I have no real plans for change as of yet but I
feel like I am on the precipice of something.
Regardless of all of this though, I feel like I have really
come home on Foxtail. I am at peace when I look outside. I feel so much joy
when my goats run up to meet me at their gate. My whole body relaxes as I drive
farther away from the highway and the closer I get to Somerset. I feel like everything
James and I have done the past 9 years has been to lead us to where we are now
and I know my husband feels the same way. For me it’s more of a mental state,
but for him, it’s different. His physical being was meant to be in a place
where you cut wood for the fireplace and weed whack to get ready for the dry summer.
He may not have even realized it, but I see it… Somerset is his element.
I recall one night, probably around a year ago, I was crying
to James. I was frustrated about who knows what, probably PMS-ing and just not
particularly happy with my surroundings. I said, “I just want to live in the woods and
have my goats”. Cut to the present, a friend visited our new house for the
first time recently and she kept pinching me. It made me realize, “oh yeah,
this is it. This is what I wanted. And now we have it. And I am happy.”
Sometimes I have a rough day… but then I get to come home. And
I am so so grateful for that.
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