I feared it would happen.
And it did.
The lovely little house I wanted so much–the house that captured my heart and imagination–will never be mine.
Sigh.
It belongs to another.
I’ll mourn it’s loss, oh, for another day or so. And then I’ll move on.
The house would have been a great place for my family to build memories.
One look at the place and visions of family dinners, celebrations, and backyard barbecues popped into my head.
No matter. Even without the house, we’ll still build great memories.
Just not in that house.
Goodbye little house!
It would have been fun.