We just got back from the most magical place on earth. Disney. It was amazing. Spontaneous parades everywhere you look, choreographed dances and real life characters left and right! I can still hear Mini, Mickey, Duck Donald (what Lila calls him), and Goofy chanting, “Dreams come true! Dreams come true! Dreams come true!”
While we were there, we heard back from a realtor who we were hoping to rent a lovely farm house from. It was going to happen and we were ready to sign the lease as soon as we could. I was chanting right along with them, dreams come true! We’ve always hoped for something like this to workout. I won’t go into all the details, just trust me, it was awesome. Well, we signed the lease, set the move in date and then he called and said, “Nevermind, I sold the house. Sorry.”
This dream high we just came from, and my sugar high from Disney, both came crashing down right about the same time. Then I got sick. I don’t get sick often and this hit me like a ton of bricks. I have been out of commission for 11 days. It just wiped me out. I’ve been telling Jordan that my adreamal gland (similar to the adrenal gland but for dreams and wishful thinking) is just shot. It’s hard for me to guess what’s next because I don’t want my heart to be broken and because I feel like it was all just a dream to begin with.
I’ve always struggled with feeling the need to have something to present. I feel like when I have a story to tell, it should have a nice and neat conclusion. If I don’t have that, I keep my mouth shut. Well, I don’t have one today. I don’t know what we’re going to do next. We have to move, we have to find somewhere to move, and I know we’ll be ok. Will it be a farm house on 6 acres with a garden and chicken coop? Probably not, but we don’t need all of those things.
So here is an unfinished story of where we are right now. We have much to be thankful for today and that’s all I can really tell you.
Pray for us, if you can. We just want to know what the next right step is and we’ll take it.