Tulips | Boston Public Garden
Lilacs, my favorite flower, which I only encountered during my first May in New England, up in rural Connecticut. There are no lilacs in the South where I grew up. It was love at first smell. | Backyard
Wisteria, my other favorite flower, which grow as wild and thick as the kudzu in the South: up pine trees, around telephone poles, dripping from cables. Up here in the North, the wisteria behave in a more more civilized manner. | South End
Our house (in a color of not our choosing, fyi) for sale.
As it turns out, a house with a yard and picket fence is just not our thing. So, we're trading it for a shoebox with no parking in the middle of the city. And we can't wait.
After a lot of painting and prepping and touch-ups over the last month and a half, our house officially went on the market last week. We had an Open House on Saturday, 4 offers by Tuesday, an acceptance on Wednesday, followed by the inspection on Thursday.
Meanwhile, I'm one good swipe away from gouging my own eyes out as we wait for our offer on a condo - our DREAM HOUSE in the city! - to be accepted. I can't talk much about what this place is like because I'm afraid...to talk too much...would mean getting hopes up...better safe to be a glass half-empty kind of girl right now...that's the only way I can deal with the stress...
If you have good vibes to give, I'll take good vibes in any form you wish to send them: a coin tossed into a fountain, a warm thought, or body of a freshly decapitated animal. Anything will do.
Dude what a week it's been.
EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
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