Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Go Time

A new place has been found, a little diamond in the (very) rough, a filled with light, two fireplaced, crazy ragtag kitchened, clawfoot-tubbed Victorian fixer-upper. We've been fixing-upping, building, tearing down, painting, purging, "packing like we're moving to Africa" (that's Jim), saying goodbyes to our neighbors and our old Brooklyn street lined with linden trees, to our patio garden but not really goodbye to much else. Everything else is a big hello or has already settled into our hearts and a new adventure awaits in just a week. It should be really OK. Suddenly, in all the intensity of leaving the possibilities are endless.