We have happily chosen three towns in which we await our dream home to appear on the market. You know, an antique (early 1700s) home on several acres, with a barn preferably, a gracious porch, remodeled kitchen, exposed beams, a stone wall around the perimeter of the property, original wood floors, a fireplace in every room ... within our meager budget. I don't know why Kevin is shaking his head.
Our first trip last weekend to our almost-home town yielded a tremendous afternoon. I felt such peace and belonging. It was a much-needed balm to my weary wants-to-be-settled soul.