One funny moment during the day happened when we walked by the pond on the grounds. I can't say I wasn't warned!
We stopped on the footbridge going across the water so I could take some pictures of the birds. They were very obliging, and swam right up to us. One second they were floating calmly in front of us, and the next one of them shot its head straight for my feet. It's a good thing I have fairly fast reactions or that bird could have done some serious damage. Here they are right before "the strike." Those necks are a lot longer than they look.
The drive takes about three hours each way, and we spent over two hours looking at a couple of the homes in the development. All of that is to say it was a rather long day, and I was exhausted by the time we got home. I also felt quite deflated. For the first time since we decided to try to sell our house and move farther south I am having doubts about the whole idea.
I absolutely love the place we are considering moving to. But there are several realities that must be faced. The first is that we have only had five people look at our house so far, and none have indicated an interest in buying it. The second is that we are looking at a major downsize. Our current home is 3000 square feet, and the one we are looking at moving to is 1500 square feet. This isn't a problem for me. I am wanting to dejunk and decollect (yes, I made that word up!). I am to the stage of life where having less stuff seems very appealing.
However, and this is a huge however, my husband isn't at the same stage. He wants his stuff. All of it. Thousands of books, boxes of memorabilia, and clothes that haven't fit since he was in his late twenties. I phoned him as we were leaving the development yesterday to tell him about the new cottage Alexandra and I had looked at. I was enthusiastically going on about the mountain views from the front porch, and the window seats in the bedrooms and on the stairway landing. He wasn't interested. What he wanted to know was how much room was in the crawl space under the house, and how big the opening to it was. Sigh...
All of this has left me feeling oddly deflated. As much as I want to move, I am realizing there is a very good chance it might not happen. Even if someone should make an offer on our house, I am beginning to think we might be better off staying where we are. Because, no matter how beautiful the views and great the location, the last thing I want to do is live in a 1500 square foot cottage with 3000 square feet of Stuff squeezed into it.
I was so tired last night from the drive, and the emotional let-down of that nasty thing called reality sinking in, that the only knitting I could face was my March Self-imposed Sock of the Month club instalment. Which, since the end of March is in a few short days, was probably just as well.
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