Our trip to Florida last week was somewhat unexpected. We had decided that we really were interested in buying a place of our own rather than continuing to rent in Venice. Part of that decision came from the amount of time and energy we put into making the last rental house as livable as "our own" and realizing that it just was not our own. We thought that we would spend time next winter looking for a place to buy. Things change. Sometimes they change at the speed of light and then change again. As if it were meant to be, we saw a place advertised for sale by owner--just where we wanted to be, just what we wanted, just what we were thinking we could afford. We felt we had to act on it. So now we are two-home owners. At least we have a contract. Scary (a little) and exciting (very much). We are both feeling very blessed.
"A grandma is just an antique little girl"...unknown