Let the Finger Crossing Begin…


The acreage we’ve been craving.
Fairly flat with some gentle slopes and backing up to a forest.
6 minutes to town by car, 27 minutes by bicycle.
In my home state but more of who I am today and where I want to be tomorrow.

(We’re making an offer.)

That’s all I can say for now as I don’t want to jinx anything, so cross your fingers for us that Santa brings us the fresh start we’ve been dreaming about in the shape of a little cottage in the new year, not far from the big river and the deep blue sea, where our bees can make more honey and our ducks can run free …where I can hear myself think and where our little one, whenever he or she is destined to join us, can breathe in the cool air and stomp in mud puddles and be exactly whoever they’re meant to be…

Cross your fingers, your toes, your eyes…we need all the good juju we can get…



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