Well, it was bound to happen -- one way or the other. Just moving forward into another phase of life. The past few weeks have been full of research, looking, talking/dealing, waiting, buying, more waiting, and now preparing to leave this lovely place and relocate.
This is what we're leaving -- you can see why I'm torn about the move. And you can also see it's lovely, but observe the depth of outdoor chores that this lovely place entails: For instance, about 2 acres of trees. Which are always shedding branches, loosing leaves and worse-case-scenario -- falling down. Then there's driveways to grade and keep stone on. Weeds to spray. Two acres of grass to mow. Gutters to clean. Trim to paint. Flower beds to maintain. Yada yada yada. Inside is okay with the exception of stairs to climb. One of my least favorite things lately is carrying bags of groceries up a flight of stairs. So ... we move.
We've found a nice little condo in Winchester. It really has everything we need. And is just right for us just now. So to Winchester we go (eventually). Right now we're sorting, packing, and waiting for the painter to paint the interior of our new home. I'd guess we'll get out of here in the next few weeks. I realize now that everything takes twice as long and costs twice as much as first estimated. Heard this before but never realized it so much as I have the past month. When we get moved I'll put a photo on here of the place! I'm excited, nervous, anxious, worried, happy -- sometimes all at the same time. Frankly, I'll be glad when it's all over. But it will be a while because getting this place emptied and sold will be another obstacle. I'll worry about that when that comes! LOL!
So what else? Wendell sold his Case tractor and all of the equipment -- and his flat-bed trailer. Here he is the last day he had the tractor here. It was a sad day. He put LOTS of time and love into the restoration of his tractor. I know the pastor says we shouldn't say we love 'things' but he really loved his tractor.
Did I tell you I'm seeing lots of these this fall? Yikes! You know what black wooly worms mean?! My DIL says we need to move before the snow flies and I'm with her.