What a month it’s been! We sold our home and are settling into a temporary house while we wait for our dream home to be completed. It all happened so quickly that I’m still waiting to catch my breath. And am still mourning.
I’m so deeply going to miss our neighbors, Kika, Leilani, Dirk & Christina. When I saw Leilani this morning, I burst into tears. Our neighbors have been like family and it will be a process for me accepting the fact that they’re not right next door any more.
I’m surrounded by boxes and reflecting on some things, because that’s what I tend to do when the house is quiet and I have time. And here is what I know:
I’m thankful. Incredibly thankful to have sold our home in this really difficult housing market.
GRATEFUL for the best best best realtor we have been so blessed to have representing us. If you need a realtor, Jack Morse has my highest recommendation. He knows what he’s doing, he’s honest and direct and doesn’t always tell you what you want to hear. He tells you what you need to hear and is really great at what he does. Because of him, we sold our home.
And we’re so filled with thankfulness to everyone who helped us with our move. Cody, Ace, Robert, Uncle Rick, Grandpa Pete, Scott, Lana & Erika, and the boys. Micah even sacrificed his birthday. (We’ll have a belated extravaganza!)
We’re excited for what’s to come with our lives and our new home.
And although I was so sad to see our happy home empty, the memories we made there will be with us forever. And our neighbors are just a phone call away.
Goodbye, happy home. We love you and will miss you so.
I’ll be taking a sanity break for a few days while I unpack and try to get us all settled into our temporary home.
I’ll be back soon…
IT'S ME, SERENA!
I bounced through the first years of my life in a hippie gypsy wagon, hand-built by my father, wandering the back roads of the U.S., Canada and Mexico. My family eventually settled into a tiny cabin in the woods on property that was once inhabited by Native American Indians.
I spent my childhood days searching for arrowheads, teaching myself to sew on a treadle sewing machine and to bake in a wood-burning stove, with no running water, refrigeration, or electricity in our home. My family lived frugally and early on, inspired by my parent’s thriftiness and style, I gained a knack for thrifty creativity and turning ordinary objects into something useful. And I dreamed of the home I would create for my own family someday.
Now I’m married to my husband, Colin, and our children are all grown. After 24 years of producing The Farm Chicks Vintage & Handmade Fair, I'm spending time visiting other markets around the world. You can watch episodes of Serena Goes to Market here.
I share more about my life story from time to time, here on my blog. You can also find me on Instagram, and Facebook.
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