This morning I’m sitting outside for my cup of coffee. The house sleeps. The kids are reading in their room, awake earlier than we want them to be.
The sun starts to peak through the trees, a welcome warmth on my cheek in the chilly morning mountain air. Catbirds sing their haphazard songs, the drumming of woodpeckers echoes through the woods, and songs from birds I don’t recognize. The mountain is alive.
It’s much quieter up here than the busy corner where we lived before. There are downsides like not being able to walk around a neighborhood to visit friends, go to the corner grocery store, and the local restaurant. But it’s a trade-off we’re comfortable with.
We’ve been in this new house for two weeks now. Getting here was a journey, and it’s still not over yet. Reflecting on all of it, I would still do it again. Even knowing about all the hiccups and stress that came with it. Because we’re here where we want to be for the rest of our lives. Despite everything that seemingly went wrong it set us up for better.
