Days 85 – 91.
The Week When Everything Changed
I’m going to switch up my usual format of kittens, social distancing, nutrition, blahblahblah.
Because this week, everything changed.
I sold my house. I sold my farm.
I’m heading to the Pacific Northwest, to live nearer to my 4 adult children (don’t think you can get away from me that easily, my pretties).
And it’s been a remarkable experience.
I’ve had the house on the market since April. I had attempted to sell it last summer, and tried an auction, since the property is unique, and rural, and hard to comp. That was not even close to successful, not because the place isn’t totally wonderful, but because farm living, in an 80-year-old cottage, is not for everyone.
You have to love the solitude. You have to love the animals. You have to love the land, and the quirkiness of the cottage, and the history of the barns, and the work to maintain it all. I do. And I found a buyer who does too.
Of course, there are a thousand things that can scotch up the deal before it goes through, but that’s universal when the sale of real property is involved.
I’ll post more about the whole process as it develops. There’s no doubt there is a touch of the bittersweet. If you’ve read much of what this blog contains, you know I’ve enjoyed every moment of living here. But I’m beyond excited, ecstatic really, to begin this part of my journey.
In other news, we had a delightful 3 days with the grand. We ordered a 15-yard dumpster to clean out the barns and I’m mortified that we filled it. My honey picked up a new gig in NYC for the next 12 weeks. Did I mention I sold my house?
So here’s this week’s barrage of photos. I know it’s not the usual daily report. I’ve got packing to do.
A little Americana with PopPop.
Don’t even tell me you’re getting tired of kitten videos.
Oh, we’re still in a pandemic, Black Lives Matter, and it’s 141 days until the election.
And I’ve sold my house.
Thanks for reading.