It’s had to believe that three weeks ago today we left our home in Virginia Beach for our new life here in the shadow of the Blue Ridge. Despite the short time, it is faily safe to say that our new house has been transformed into our home. Just as in our previous house, I continuously battle to maintain a clean kitchen counter; the guest room is the tidiest room in the house while the little room is the messiest and a pile of “to be filed” bills and statements grows steadily on my desk. The pantry is well stocked, the laundry caught up (except for the ironing of course) and the lawn is kept mowed.
The former abode is comfortably under contract. Today’s property inspection is the last hurdle to determine just how much we will have to bring to the table to complete the sale. It is a sad thing, to lose so much money on something so well-loved. Thoughtfully, we remind ourselves that we purchased that house as a home, not an investment. The additional funds invested in our numerous remodeling projects were to enhance our quality of life, not to increase its value, although that would have been nice. I only hope that the new owners will love and care for our “beach” home as much as we did.
As for me, I’m falling in love with my new home. I’m still fine tuning the furniture and picture arrangements and contemplating paint colors. As for the area, I am already smitten. Yesterday I continued my local nesting by joining a gym and having my toes done. Men will undoubtedly fail to understand the importance of tidy pink toenails as it pertains to the nesting process; and I suppose that’s a good thing. For me, it means that I have ventured into my new surroundings, made a new connection and life goes on.