A lesson from Weatherwood

Six months till moving day. Six long months.

Sometimes I indulge and let the excitement of our first home creep to the front of my thoughts and take over. I play with colours and furniture arrangements. I lay out my garden and think about landscaping. Other times I push the thoughts and excitement away thinking I'll surely be exhausted by it all by the time we step into it.

I'll obviously miss Weatherwood. The trees, space and privacy are charming. The memories here are long-standing, 22 years to be exact. I've grown up here and found what was short in my life previously, roots. Moving every two to three years as a kid was fine with me until I found what had been missing... home. Weatherwood was home. Course I didn't know it at the time. In all the years I've been here it's kinda been temporary. Oddly enough in the months to come I'll be nesting and improving things in order to show and sell it.

If I had it all to do over again I would nest from the start. My evanescence at Weatherwood is regrettable but will be a valuable lesson for the future.