Everything in the right time.

A little while ago I wrote a post about The Longing and what I can, can't, should, or shouldn't try to control. And while that post can and did relate to so many things in my life, it was our present location in a rambler in the woods that brought it all on.

I knew that moving from our East St. Paul bungalow to (1) a 'modern home' (2) a rental (3) in the country (4) far away from conveniences I have had most of my life (5) in central Minnesota was going to be a huge adjustment. Both Joel and I tried very hard to embrace it and to an extent we did. We gardened, we explored, we rode our bikes. We definitely appreciated the apple and plum tree. However the driving and the bugs made it very difficult. By the end of the summer we all had cabin fever from being stuck inside. The bugs were that bad.

So we spent a good amount of summer flirting with moving. We looked at houses and apartments for rent and ended up very disappointed. We tried a lot of things, ads on craigslist, word-of-mouth, etc. and it just felt like moving wasn't meant to be. Everything was either too expensive, too disgusting, or would not allow our dog. We both felt very strongly that we just needed to make lemonade out of our lemon-house and stay here.

And then the right place basically fell on our heads. The lower-level of a duplex, inexpensive, perfect neighborhood, etc. It's smaller, much smaller, and has virtually no storage place. But we think it will do quite nicely. Notice has been given, plans have been made, and October will be our last month in the deep country.

Farewell mosquitoes and howling wolves, we look forward to visiting with you again someday, but hopefully that will mean we're on vacation!