I'm feeling pretty much in mid air today. Our prospective buyers have said that they will make an offer on our house by the end of the week, and although I'm pretty thrilled about that, I'm still acutely aware of how far we have to go to actually buy the farmhouse. Far financially, far in terms of no one buying it tomorrow, far in terms of putting it all in a box and hauling it down the road.
Then there is that part of me that can't stop thinking about grape vines, the apple and pear trees, and the garden.
The kids are already pretty invested in it. My fault, of course. I've been practicing every little bit of karma yoga I can fathom.