After a year and a half of being on the market, we have sold our mountain house. Wow. I'm still in disbelief. I told myself I wouldn't count on it until after closing, so yesterday after all the papers were signed and I walked out to my car I was filled with shock. It actually happened. It's done. I'd like to say I have all these specific lessons learned during this process of waiting, hoping, praying, feeling helpless, being entirely stressed (and then going 'round the circle of these things over and over), but as of now I really don't have any 'ah hah!' revelations to share. One thing I do know is that I'm not in control and my only option is to believe that no matter what, God is. It helped that the new owner put in the offer on Christmas Eve and whose name happens to be Emmanuel.
It's bittersweet letting go of a place that was so special to us. We have so many great memories there and we spent thousands of hours fixing it up and making it ours. There's an endless list of what made that house in that location so unique and we know we'll never get it back again.
We have a new life in town, a great new house, and so many opportunities to make amazing memories as a family. It's as if today, waking up in the same bedroom I've been sleeping in for a year now that I finally have a real sense of wow, this is our house. It's not divvied up into two places, three mortgages, and questions. This is it. I feel entirely blessed to now really let it be HOME. Goodbye, Mountain House...
