Fifty Days From Today

In 50 days, I will have moved into our “permanent” rental home and will have my worldly belongings around me again. Hard to believe some of that stuff has been packed away since last March!

In 50 days, Michael will have turned 16 and will likely have his driver’s license. Prayers are welcome. 🙂

In 50 days, my mom and Nikole will be visiting us for the first time since we moved to Duluth.

In 50 days, I will be greeting my eldest son for the first time since he was a few days old.

Since my adoption story post back in January, the wheels of reunion have been put in motion and they are rolling through the calendar days like a road trip that never seems to end. “Are we there yet?” By a stroke of luck, the Army sent Nikole for job training in the same state where her brother’s parents live, and they each were able to take her out for lunch or dinner. Similar to stories of twins separated at birth, it seems my first 2 children have striking similarities in mannerisms and preferences, as well as having some common physical characteristics that one would expect in full siblings. This has actually helped to ease some of the butterflies that are free-falling in my stomach on an intermittent basis, maybe because it conveys a sense of familiarity.

But then I returned to reading reunion posts in an adoption forum that I joined many months ago. Suddenly, I’m reading them with a different perspective. Sadly, some of the reunions were not the stuff of dreams, and many people were counseling others on “what not to say.” Oh. My. Gosh. Now I have even more butterflies – and these ones were eating at my insides… Speaking before thinking is one of my worst character flaws and this would be the worst possible time to “open mouth, insert foot.” The butterflies multiplied like rabbits.

I admit, I freaked out a bit. After allowing me to have a “what if” panic session, already dissecting the possible ways I could screw this up, Bob gave me the same advice I’m fond of giving to him and others. It was along the lines of focusing on the present because worrying about it now won’t do anything to help the situation and that everything will work out the way it is supposed to be. I should just be myself and not think that someone else’s situation is going to be absolutely representative of my own experience. After getting over the shock of realization that he listens to my advice, I worked on actually taking it. 😉

The next day, I pulled out my box of letters and photos that had been sent to me from the beginning of the adoption process. In re-reading all those notes, I realized that I really didn’t have anything to worry about. I wasn’t in this alone; his parents are wonderful advocates for us both, and they would be right there with us every step of the way.

Aren’t we there yet?

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Almost Home…

We almost bought a house. It wasn’t perfect (who puts a window-like opening, facing out to the stairwell, in a bedroom?), but it checked most of the boxes on our list. The house went on the market on Monday. I saw it Wednesday. Went back to see it with Bob on Friday. We were going to have one final look and sign papers on that Sunday. However, my broker called me on Saturday. The sellers had accepted and signed a contract. Wait, isn’t this a buyer’s market???

So, at this point, I have seen every house that covers our minimal requirements and have come up empty. I get e-mail alerts every time a house comes on the market in my price range, and there still isn’t any love. As brave as we were about sticking it out in this month-to-month rental for as long as it took, we have decided that we are not the kind to suffer for that long. Rental properties, as I said in a previous post, are mostly geared to college students and  also, as we have found, to the over-55 crowd. They have even built luxury apartment complexes for these groups. You heard me right…luxury apartments with islands and granite countertops for college students. If I were a developer with funds…I know what market I’d be targeting.

However, I’m happy to report that we were finally at the right place at the right time. We have found our next home. The current tenants have lived there for 4 years and they related having the same issues in finding suitable housing even back then. The husband is being transferred to Ohio, otherwise, they would not be moving. We didn’t even have to sleep on it. No way were we going to let this find slip away to the next person who called to view it. It’s not perfect, but it’s close enough. There is a fabulous view of the lake, a large kitchen, and 2 bathrooms. Now I just have to practice patience…moving day isn’t for another 5 or 6 weeks…

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