My husband and I base a lot of our decisions on instinct
in life and we can be also very impulsive. Not on many areas of our lives but
when it comes to buying important things such as a house, an office, a car etc…When
it comes to the kids and careers we are fairly sane.
Unless it involves property.
Over the last 6 months we realized a dream of ours: very
impulsively. We bought a charming old small house in a beautiful village nearby
to move my husband’s law practice. He has been in his discipline since he was 20 yrs.
old and has been renting in big commercial areas so far. He has had two dreams:1--always
wanted to own his own office 2- Has always wanted to own it as an investment
later in life when he sells it to make money and revenue for our future.
Well he seems to have realized the first dream!
The second is a bit of an issue. More than a bit of an
issue. We have overpaid by a lot and bought a money pit. Not looking like such
a great investment is it? This is where the impulsivity came in. For the first
time in our lives we are questioning if we should buy the new bread or the on
sale two day ago a bit stale bread. We have noticed the price of bananas has
gone up lately too-never mind gas.
But….and big but here…..a dream has begun.
One my dear friend’s blog yesterday I felt her words were
written for us:
“Everything
will be alright in the end. And if it is not…..it is not yet the end”
Yesterday as the big renovations began I walked there in
the morning with my daughter an then early this morning walk with my husband today
(it is walking distance from our house!!!)….and I allowed myself to feel.
Feel
it. Feel the dream. Imagine it. Let it in. Start falling in love with that
sweet property.
Until now I have been unable to-fear has gotten hold of
me and gripped me. Stress. Anxiety. Worrying. Planning. Hoping. Praying.
I have not spoken much about this on my blog because I
have wondered if this is the first huge mistake we have made in our lives? I
have done more than wonder. It has obsessed me in some ways. Taken hold of me. Imagine
how my husband feels?
Yesterday however I felt 100% sure this is the right
thing. On many levels. For whatever reason. I pictured my husband peaceful looking
out the window and seeing the trees blowing in front of the conference room. I
pictured my daughter and her friend stopping by on the way home from school to
grab a candy from the glass jar we will place at reception. I pictured the blue
the decorator chose for the ceiling and wall upstairs that look like the sky. I
pictured walking a future dog with one of my sons to go get Daddy at work and walking
back with Hubby the next morning for exercise. I pictured the second office as
mine one day to run my own sort of business right beside my husaband in the office just next to it. I pictured an artist painting a
city scene on the side of the building.
I pictured our vision of it all finally. I pictured the
lifestyle. And I liked that vision a whole lot.
I knew it was all coming together when Hubby looked at me
the other day and suggested putting his Mom’s antique sewing machine in the conference
room with a plaque on it dedicated to her with her dates of life. Because the
place used to be a sewing machine place in the olden days and everyone in the
village remembers the property for that seeing store.. (awww....)
My husband is a beautiful man with a huge sentimental
heart. I loved that he thought of this. Our best ideas are always his. He
speaks when it counts. I love that.
(I hope one day my kids dedicate a sewing machine to me.
Or a hair straightener or somethingJ)
And so today I allowed happiness to flow. And I don’t know
if it will stay or go. If it can remain even during stressful and anxiety
provoking times. But I knew it felt good. And I know we both felt in our
element hand in hand walking towards this dream.
And just like he pictured me at our current home now as
he saw my face in the kitchen window from the backyard as we visited it with
the agent many years ago…I pictured him looking out to the trees and the
charming sidewalks, and the beautiful golf course view now. And I felt convinced
that this place belonged to him. I felt happy for him and peaceful. And broke.
It has been baptized by us since we name all important
things: “Awada Klondike”
To be determined if it was the seller or the buyer who
made gold?
