I fall asleep thinking about our new home, and wake up thinking about our new home. I walked into the kitchen this morning to get my pills and iced tea, and made a decision about where the rags will live in the new one, and marveled at the thought that when I put a lock on the pantry, I won't need to have 3 separate lock boxes in the kitchen.
Realtor emailed me the paperwork last night. I signed the appropriate places and then scanned and emailed them back to him. I think that means we're now under contract. I'm eager to get up there for the home inspection. I have more plans to make and don't have enough information to make them yet.
I just received an email from a member of the search committee, urging me to push my start day back a week so I have more time to get settled in. It brought tears to my eyes. Congregations I've served haven't shown concern for me in that way-- it's all been about their needs. This really does feel like a wonderful dream.