We are still a few (A couple? A?) months away from starting a house.
Our plans are done, we are now waiting on the bank to give us a thumbs up or to tell us too bad.
If they say the latter, I will crawl in my bed and cry for days.
Before we can build, however, we had to take out a tree. It is so sad because it was one of the prettiest trees on our land.
But it was in the way.
And I want a house.
My wonderful and generous father had some time yesterday, so he came over and cut it down.
It was kind of exciting when the very tall tree toppled, but I felt terrible.
I still do.
I feel like a murderer.
But I want a house. (Repeat repeatedly.)
42 Years Old.
Older than my husband.
Older than cassette tapes.
The seedling began the year man walked on the moon.
But, we are one step closer to a house.