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Whitesnake and Starting Over



Here we go again....

The old 1987 Whitesnake song resonates in my brain.  I loved that song, back when.  It made me think of letting go; of walking away from all that wasn't working in life; of freedom.  Have you heard it?  It's really a kinda powerful feeling.

Now, Jeff and I are moving on.  Together.  Not leaving our long-loved home because of discontent per se, but just really because it's stopped fitting us.  I'm sad about that.  It is a special home, and we have been fortunate to enjoy it for a few years.

Off to a project we hope will be the one that we set deep roots upon, and remain in for many years.  We will move to half as many square feet, and only two bedrooms to in which to fit the functions of sleeping and housing guests, execution of ever-shrinking hard office functions, and all our other living in general.

What we gain is outdoor space.  While we have an admirable back yard now, it's still less than a half acre, and we only have room for two cars.  (I can't explain why we have four vehicles, and that's another chat).  Here, Jeff has no room for creating the things that come to him at a whim--which is daily.  His whimsical messes spill over into our other spaces helter skelter, and this new home will give him a place to contain that, and even expand somewhat.

And I... I get... well, I seek serenity.  I seek peace, and simplicity.  My prints will be everywhere on this new place when we are finished, and my intentions are those few things.

Ok, I admit, my prints are on all the homes we renovate.  I am the finishes and style designer on every single home project we have ever created.  We leave our mark here at this home, and we left the last one both changed in the extreme, and preserved faithfully, too.

Some of the other things we look forward to in the new place: my horse, Mystery, can come home.  He's the last of a herd of 25 horses that I owned with a former longtime "partner" when we built an equestrian facility.  Mystery has been with me since he was 9 months old and I bought him at an auction for $150.  He's now 19 years old.  Our chickens, who live in the amazing bear-proof coop here in our current place are going to be able to move with us, and if we want to add to the flock, we can. 
Mystery

The downhill train is our current neighbor.  In our new home  I, we'll be closer to the uphill train.  I'm not sure we actually "look forward" to this, but neither do we feel concern.  The process of renovating the new place may take a few months.  We have a 600 square foot rental lined up.  YIKES!  We will camp, and let the moving company store most everything.

I asked to simplify.  Six hundred square feet is definitely simplifying.  When we move to the new place, it'll feel like a palace!  And, I'm prolly going to need room for a table I can dance on!

Here I go again... [Click here to listen to the Whitesnake song]

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