Home

Last night we received a call from the owners of the lot and were told they are not willing to make improvements to the land or come down in price.  This means we have no choice but to walk away.  Of course there is disappointment, but it's not really about the land.  For me, it's more about being disappointed in people.  We trusted the owners and shouldn't have.  I hate that.  I'm often faulted for being overly sensitive, so I know it is unrealistic to think that these people care that they cost us a bunch of money or that we sold our house or even that they gave us their word.  I'm going to let myself have that feeling, but I'm not going to dwell on it.  I'm not going to dwell on it because I thought this house we've been planning to build since we were 16 was important, but I'm realizing that it's not.  Stuff isn't important. People are important.  Kindness is important.  Love is important.  As I watched the sun rise this morning, with a sleeping baby in my arms and the quiet snores of little girls coming through the monitor, I knew that these people are my home.