We closed on Monday on a little stone farmhouse on seven mostly-wooded acres. I can’t really describe the feeling, but here, I’ll try:

It feels like I drank a bowl of warm soup.

It feels like there is a happy, heavy stone in my belly now, something to hold me in place.

It feels like I have been carrying two or twenty enormous, awkward suitcases for approximately twelve years and I just stumbled over a last and final step with sweaty armpits and I can finally heave them down.

It feels like blowing out birthday candles, like alpine air on damp skin at the summit, and like that glorious, perfect moment on a horse when you are, in fact, suspended in midair.

We did it. The hustle was always for this. There is plenty to keep working for and lots of fun projects (greenhouse restoration, anyone?) but for now…

We did it. And I’m going to enjoy the hell out of it. And you better believe I’ll be planting dahlias first chance I get.

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