So we're going down to Vancouver this weekend to hopefully look at some houses. We have had our eye on a few and then they vanish. We must have good taste. :) We have a few picked out to look at and hopefully get secured with a deposit soon.
That being said, I'm going to miss this house. I fell in love with it when I first found it and I still love it 2 1/2 years later. I wish I could put it on wheels and take it with me. I hope I will love our next house as much as I do this one. I hope my neighbors are as wonderful as what I have here and my last house. I hope there are kids that my children can play with in the neighborhood. I hope we find a good area.
I have high expectations. I'm nervous that I won't find a house to live up to my expectations.
Even if you don't find a house that lives up to your expectations, at least you can expect that the Lord will have great plans for you...at least, that's what I keep telling myself as I watch unshowered hippies traipse around my neighborhood...or when I see the guy across the street standing in his window naked :)
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