What a interesting turn of events this week has brought us. Within the past few days, we’ve viewed a house, bought a house, finished homeschool, packed for another magical Disney vacation, and gotten a new vacuum. So much has happened, I feel like my head is spinning. Oh, did you catch the house thing? Yeah, that’s happening. We are officially in contract for our very first home.
I’m not quite sure how this all happened. It was just weeks ago when my husband asked me if I was ready to start looking for homes. I knew the process would go quickly, and I THOUGHT I was ready for it. Listing after listing was sent, I vetoed this house for having a small kitchen, and that house for not having enough rooms. I’m sure he sent me at least 50 houses.
The excitement quickly turned to exhaustion, but I have butterflies. You know, the kind you get when you know something big is coming, but you have to trudge along until you get here? The kind you get the week before Christmas when you’re a little kid. It’s just enough time where you have to wait a bit, but it’s a short enough amount of time to get excited about the big day. Or if you’re married, it’s the feeling you get the day of your wedding when the hours seem to be going so slowly but at lightening speed simultaneously. THAT feeling.
My needs were simple for our first home: a big kitchen and 4 bedrooms.
That’s it. For this family that has lived in a two bedroom apartment for almost 6 years, this was lofty for me. 4 bedrooms? Girl, you tripping. But, that’s all I wanted. Boy, did I get what I want.
When I say we got our dream house, we definitely did. There’s something to say about waiting patiently, and saving up for what you want in life. It’s a pain to do it. It really is. But, once it’s time to receive your blessing, it will come VERY fast. Like our new Dyson vacuum. I’m not forgetting about that one. That’s a big deal to me!
When a strange turn of events happens, no one understands why. We all sit in wonderment, trying to figure out why the awful things happen on the heels of the exhilarating things. Why the ups match the downs. Why the blessings trump the heartbreak. They happen in this way because they are supposed to. Life is supposed to “happen,” and we end always muck it up by thinking out loud with a “why.”
My plan for the rest of this week? Put the “why” in my pocket and enjoy the “now” in my hand. Once I look away, that “now” will have disappeared into the past and a new now will have taken it’s place. Will it be as kind as my current situation? Maybe so, or probably not. Lucky for me, it’s not my job to keep track. It’s my job to live. So, I’m off to live. With Mickey Ears on.