I am not a patient person. If something needs to happen, I like it to happen NOW.

Hubby is the same.

If something is broken, we fix it.

If we make a decision, we like to move on it.

We like to have control over things. Decisions. Choices.

We stagnate when we are still.

And we are stagnating.

We have been waiting, and waiting to move along with our life, but apparently the universe feels we should learn some patience.

It will be 1 year since we found the house we bought next month.   One YEAR!

That is a long time to a) pay for a home you aren’t in and b) WAIT to be in a home you love

But, we are being patient. Trying to be.

All summer we had ups and downs. We fought the urge to stomp our feet and feel frustrated at the situation.  All winter we focussed our energy on “doing what we could” with the home and property.  We counted our blessings that we had “all this time” to improve the property.

But that was all just bull.
We really just wanted to be in the house.

But we are in the last stretch.
We have this little guy to remind us daily now. Instead of telling us the day of the month, it is our countdown to April 1st. MOVE IN day.

It reminds us that we are getting closer, and that our patience will pay off.  That good things DO come to those that wait, even if the waiting was a pain in the butt.

41 days.  I can do another 41 days.

I will fill it with packing, and planning. I will work and prepare for that first week of April when my energy will be in life, and not online (well, maybe instagram!)  And I will wait.

Patiently.
And when my patience wears thin, I will go back to packing, and planning and preparing. And think about that moment when we do finally drive down the driveway and walk up the steps and start our new life.

And I will walk up those steps slowly, enjoying every footfall and finally understanding “patience” and how to make the most of every moment (good and bad) that is out of our control