In a few days I close on my first house.
It’s a little old brick house in an old southern neighborhood where everyone knows everyone and neighbors lower their windows to chat as they drive by.
I was able to get it cheap because it needs some sweat, love, paint, deep cleaning and flooring repairs.
Even though it’s a great situation, the stress has made me unable to write normally… it’s like there’s a fat sumo wrestler sitting on my brain whose gut swallows my thoughts before they reach me. Part of life I guess.
Just wanted you guys to know that I don’t take you for granted and I eagerly await being more back to normal soon.
Wonderful news. As to you being back to normal…..🤣
Thanks for the update and congratulations!!!