Welcome to the windy Balagne, where anything at all can end up on the roof.
Nevertheless, it's official--we've sold our house! Endless streams of strange people from all corners of the western world tromping through our most private spaces, finally over!
Our house has been on the market since last January. Anyone who's sold a house knows the horror of it. I've been to the doctor twice with stress symptoms, and the day before it sold I truly wondered if I could go on. But, like the song says, "He never promised that the cross would not get heavy / or the hill would not be hard to climb. / He never offered victory without fighting. / He said help would always come in time." And it did.
Last Monday a lovely couple, actually living not too far from us, called and requested to see the house the next day. They came in the morning, flipped head-over-heels in love with the place, made an offer in the afternoon, and two days later we signed the papers. Everything turned over to God comes in His time and in His way. And I wouldn't want it otherwise. I felt the hand of the Lord through the entire event--clarity, speed, decisiveness, and joy. A win-win situation if there ever was one. We signed the papers Thursday morning and then went to lunch in the village, the four of us (plus One), and everyone is delighted with the transaction. What a blessing, indeed!
And now, Will and I are slowly turning our attention from the rocky mountains and fragrant maquis of the Mediterranean to the lush green forests and rolling hills of Vermont. My mind is drifting to Victorian houses, New England furniture, and colorful quilts. A life change, to say the least.
Anyone out there from Vermont? I'd love to hear from you!
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