A few years back, we looked into buying in Northern Virginia. Every time Eric would start talking about our house hunting adventures, I felt nauseous. Literally nauseous. We didn't buy. We had two more babies instead. It was a nice trade. ;)
Fast forward to today...
We just walked through seven homes in Ohio. Seven homes with yards and mailboxes and even prospective mortgages. And I feel amazingly calm. Excited even. What's the difference? Is it life stage? Location? Something deep like allowing God's peace? Or maybe just my own idiosyncrasies? I don't know. But I'm happy and I like it.
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it's the peace that passes all understanding...
: )
happy for you.
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