9549

It began with

Crossing The Street

where I replied, as I always reply,
someday,
YeP.
SOME. DAY.
& here we are, 2 summers later, with 
lawyers contacted,
contract negotiated,
documents signed,
check cashed,
countdown, set
& WOW

it’s happening.

At this precise moment, I’m dilly-dallying in surreal.
I know there are thousands of this, that and everything else to accomplish before Husband and I close the door and hand over the keys.
Good thing the kind soul who purchased this property allotted 9 whole months to exit the premises, ’cause 41 years of STUFF resides here too, as time after time after time again, we’d start, stop, sidetrack

The Big Purge

When shocked souls wonder WHAT ?? WHY?? NO WAY !! WHERE WILL YOU GOOOOOOO ???
I gently explain

This Old House

has been hanging in there for more years than I dare count
and she’s tired,
so tired.
Husband and I are simply listening to her I promise it’ll be ok plea.

The universe is sighing relief, as she had a big say in this decision,

Into New

the grand-kids will miss,

Because ! ♥ !

but will find joy and new memories in a new backyard, I’m sure.

Those

Critters

will continue to roam, as critters do,

the sun will still rise

Good Morning, Favorite

& write, write, write

why

I always will.

YeP, 9549,
a gazillion kudos aren’t enough to describe how family and I appreciate the years you’ve gifted,
and in our hearts you will forever be
but as you’ve quietly whispered and continuously assure,
we BIG HUG and oooooh sooooo lovingly agree,
it’s. time.

Thank you, 9549

THANK. YOU.

🙂

Collin and the BIG BALD TREE