In Chaos, Comes Control

 My sister told me that she and her wife bought their house over 20 years ago and have never changed a single piece of furniture nor moved any. They haven't painted a wall or changed out drawer pulls. 

I was in shock. Absolute shock. I move furniture every couple of months. I'm always looking for ways to make my home fit me better. Looking for that magic feeling of "ah".

Anyway, I'm buying a house. I saw a listing and fell in love. We did a walk through yesterday and although I saw some things the pictures hid (naughty listing) I tossed and turned on it and realized that for my budget, looking for a move in ready home with charm in a safe neighborhood, this was my best option. And certain things about this house really make me happy.

Nuff said.

Anyway, today we low balled an offer and they countered under my sticking point and fixing an electrical problem and so we're going forward. I intend to start 2026 in my new home.

I realize to most people this would be absolute insanity. Buying a home I haven't walked in, in a town I've never seen based on a decision I made about two weeks ago. But for me this is what I do best. I leap, trusting my gut. My intuition has never gotten much of a workout, so when I make a rash decision based solely on my gut (okay, there's a lot of thought going into this) I usually find myself making a good decision. Things might go wonky much later because ... life, but these jumping off points in my life generally prove to be the right thing for me.

I'm terrified to tell people. Carolyn who has seen me sell a house in Seattle, buy a condo in Tukwila, sell everything and move to Hawaii, lose my feeling of safety and move into an apartment owning only a bed ... she's not surprised. But most other people will be. And yet, deep in my gut ...

Anyway, my old friend Clark lives three hours away in Chicago and I'm hoping I'll see him again. Carolyn and I will live in the same time zone and I intend to come calling. 

Trusting myself: it's one of the things I do best.