I posted early last week that I'm moving again. I love my current "new" place, but its just too small. Its so small I have to go outside to change my mind. (oof, that was bad lol) When I rented it, I thought I could make it work and I really think at the time I was just so enamored with the backyard and not having to walk the boys anymore that I scooped it up without thinking it thru. If I didnt have 150lbs of dogs it would be ok but the dogs arent going anywhere so I need a bigger place.
I happened to have the inside scoop on the house next to my parents place. Its for rent and its a 2/2 with a HUGE fenced yard and access to my parents pool. I talked to the landlord last week and its pretty much mine. Just some minor details to work out. I've convinced my older brother Steven (who I think reads this blog) to come down from Atlanta and be my roommate. Its a good thing, such a good thing. My brother is the most laid back, sweet, gentle soul I know. I'm pretty laid back as well so I'm thinking this should work out pretty well. November 3rd is moving day. OMG I hate packing. I just got rid of the last of the boxes from the last move. ugh.
Someday, when I'm old and gray(er) I will have my dream home, a log cabin. Its a dream that I'm determined to make come true. My problem lies in the fact that I Love The Beach. How am I gonna have a log cabin and live near the beach at the same time?? I'v got time to figure it out I guess. There is something sooooo peaceful about a log cabin. Maybe its the quiet only disturbed by birds chirping, maybe its the meandering stream nearby, just maybe its the fact that there isnt close to 1 million people living within 50 miles of me.
Cant ya just see Jake and Remi snoozin on that front porch??
A girl can dream can't she?