2016 will be off to a good start, with the move to my new home on the 1st. My family has been very generous with their offers of help, and I actually found movers that will work on a holiday, so all is good.
I feel like one of those people that are on a home makeover show - 2 more days until the reveal. There's still work to be done next week, but the house will be livable Friday.
I'm proud of myself. There, I said it. I'm proud that I made it through an incredibly horrid year. I'm proud of the design decisions I made for my new home. I'm proud of the work I've done volunteering for the local animal shelter. And I'm proud of the fact that I continue to do things all by myself.
Not that I haven't had help. Let's start with the bottomless gratitude I have to my brother and sister-in-law, who not only let me live with them for 2 1/2 months, but allowed me to bring two kittens along for the ride. And the countless workers that made my dream home a reality. And the small town bank that financed that dream without a cent down, trusting that I would get the money eventually. My real estate agent in Texas, who doggedly pursued every offer all the way through her pregnancy and childbirth. My big brother who handled all the details of selling my Mom's house, saving us a huge amount of money.
So here's to a new year, a new life, and some peace and quiet in my little house in the woods,
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