About 4 pm yesterday, the listing agent called me and said that “the house”, which was owned by her aunt, was currently under contract…as of last Friday. She went on to say that if it didn’t work out (but she felt it would) that she would contact me. I felt really disappointed and wished I hadn’t mentioned it on the blog. When Jack got home and I told him and he didn’t look as disappointed as I was feeling, which made me feel worse; sort of down and alone. This morning I wondered why I was giving up so easily… throwing in the towel? If this is not the house for us then I can accept that. But this blanket of doubt, disappointment, discouragement, I will not accept that.
One of the things that I loved about the look of this house was its’ potential. What about me? What about my potential to live the life that I want? I don’t want the contract on this home to “fall through”…I don’t want someone else’s dream to take a detour. I also don’t believe that this home was meant for us and for them and that the right owner will be there. I read an anonymous quote this morning that said, “Life is a series of rough drafts, most of which are thrown out.” …so maybe this isn’t our house but there is a perfect house for us. I think it is in Kittery Point, and I am ready to be surprised and delighted by the wonder of life.
“Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told: ’I am with you kid. Let’s go’.” ~Maya Angelou