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One day at a time

We're in the throes of financing our new home and getting things lined up so that we can get a closing date and make plans to move forward with our big change.  We decided to do a  homestyle conventional loan that will allow us to wrap some of the renovations into our loan.  This house has amazing bones but is in need of some serious love in the form of updating and change.  I think I'm feeling more anxious about it because we've only been in the house twice and we're making these big plans.  I wish I could stand in the middle of the home and better understand the feel, the flow... I want to listen to what it needs and make a plan of things that we can do ourselves.  But someone is living there currently and it just isn't possible.

We have a pretty limited budget so there will be lots of posts about our projects and lessons learned.  I have no doubt that our Google search histories are about to be all about "how to..." and that we'll be learning a lot as we go!  I know that I've learned how far a gallon of paint can go to make a dramatic change in a room.  Elbow grease is an amazing thing.

I'm super excited about being so close to work.  It's so frustrating in the morning to spend 30 minutes getting there when we're already leaving early.  The new house is 3 minutes (no joke) from school.  I'm excited that on the mornings when I open, Charlie can join me there closer to 7:45 than being awake at 5:30 to get there on time.

It's hard to fathom how much things are going to change in the months ahead and we're excited but I think also feeling cautious and anxious.  This is the house we've always wanted to expand our family and build traditions but I have this sinking, uneasy feeling (worry) that we won't be able to have more children.  It may be silly, but once one deals with infertility and the great unknown, it's very difficult to be open to the idea of things just working out.

One day at a time.
-Mama Porch

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