Don't Call Me a Pessimist.

I usually plan for and expect the worst. I always have food and a change of clothes for the girls with me. We are always going to be caught in a snowstorm on the side of the road, our house is going to burn down, and get broken into. The girls will break a bone playing on the sidewalk. I try to keep these things under control and they generally don't happen. But I have prepared myself for it. I guess you could say I am a little guarded.

When we were told that we would be relocating for Bill's job my normal pessimism hid away. I thought only wonderful thoughts. We would just have to put our house on the market and it would sell. Probably in the first two months. Then we would be able to pick our perfect house in Iowa because it will be sooo much cheaper down there. We would buy it with no hitches and our mortgage would be so small that we could buy new furniture for our new wonderful house. And life would be so comfortable.

Here we are with our house on the market for three months and no bites. The date to relocate just snuck up on us and the selling/buying a house didn't happen. But let me tell you, things are going great. Such a reaffermation of faith that someone else is really in control here.

Bill was in Iowa last week and found us a rental house that is half the price of our mortgage. Not only is it half the price but it is twice as big. And gorgeous. The same style I love, American Foursquare and updated. It even has a garbage disposal. That is living rich, let me tell you! The girls are settling nicely and we will be going to the library (2 blocks away) to get cards today. Almost everything is in walking distance. Well, what do you expect in a town of 5,000? We are looking forward to our new life in Iowa.

Here are a couple pictures of the new place: