I live in a bubble.

I am fully aware of that, and as I say to my hubby, it is a beautiful bubble with happy thoughts and nice things and lots of sparkle.

But yes, it is a bubble.

My hubby has hundreds of acres on reality road. He is a long term resident and head of the strata there.   It is a very tidy, logical place . . .  not a lot of sparkle to it though.

So here we are, him being uber logical and me being a happy little sprite dancing about on a cloud.

Me believing everything will be total awesomeness, trusting that great things will happen . . . and there is he, hunkered down in reality.

And, to make matters even more challenging, he is British . Bless him. . .

And the place we are at today is melding my optimism  with his logic. Bringing my unwavering belief that we will get exactly what we need with his work ethic of making it happen.

We are 2 months in and I have fallen in love with this place.  I have; he is still getting to know it, grabbing a coffee with it, starting to open up. . .  I jumped in the sack and went all the way in the first few weeks. I want this, more than stuff, more than the ski cabin I always dreamed of (and that is alot!)

So, I keep bathing him in my optimism, hoping he will see the opportunities, not just the risks!  Because we did risk it all, we are in the middle of risk right now . . and the only thing that will get us out is saying yes. and then yes again, and again, and again.

and crossing our fingers!