New morning view from THE HOUSE THAT I BOUGHT. That is mine. That I own.
Well, between the bank and my pretty solid mortgage arrangement for the next 30-odd years, anyway.
It’s been hectic and stressful, at times overwhelming and very emotional. Going into these things by yourself is scary, I’ve felt alone and anxious near-constantly for a good month but I’m over the line now. And with a few boxes of things away and some lovely morning light streaming in, this moment felt pretty good.