Hunting Season

Yes it’s upon us and it’s a thing. House hunting that is. Apparently the first weekend in March is when all systems are go for this annual passage. Who knew? Just like football, Christmas and all the other season things.

Over the past 18 months I’ve been in a never ending cycle of sorting, packing, stacking, hauling away, storing, giving and selling of all the things that had gathered in my home over decades. And now for the grand finale - the house itself.

It’s been like preparing for the grand arrival of a child, the expectancy, the preparation, the dread at times but mostly hoping I could make it here. Many days the goal seemed out of reach. Surrounded by stacks of things I had no idea with what to do. My late husband who passed suddenly 18 months ago was a collector of everything. Me trying to figure out what went where and what went with what and was it of value or was it sentimental to our son? An emotionally draining, physically exhausting and not for the faint of heart ordeal.

When you find yourself on the path of all things unknown and alone, it’s a tester of grit and determination to say the least. God, family and friends have been my saving grace!

The last hurdle now, is to open my house to the world. The place I poured my soul into these past 20 years, the place our little family of three plus fur baby 1 and then 2 called our home. The place that had to become vanilla to compete in the house hunt process.

I hope I’ve done you proud sweet hubby - if you’ve had time to check in on me from above! I’m sure you gave me a few head shakes and a couple eye rolls! It’s all good as you always said - and it truly is, I can finally see a sliver of the light at the end of this long tunnel.

“One thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead. I press on toward the goal of the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 3:13-14)