In Search Of….

Good evening. I wrote a few nights ago about how we were starting to look for another home. About how we were going to take our time and that we’d know it when we saw it. How we’d have “that” feeling, remember? Well, yesterday and today were the first two days of our quest for other housing and all I can report is that we haven’t seen the one we want yet. We have yet to be overcome by “the feeling”. I’ve been overcome by a few other things that have give me “a” feeling, just not “the feeling”.

We  have traveled a good twenty miles to the south of where we live and a good twenty miles to the north of where we live, and all this did was establish a north/south boundary for us. A limit as to how far we are willing to go in those directions. We’ve yet to have a reason to go east or west but I sense that time will be drawing near soon. My hope is that the boundary limit is something less than twenty miles. That somewhere in this vast square mileage jungle we’ve created lies a home that fits all of our  requirements, modest though they be.

I’m sure that if we call enough phone numbers, answer enough e-mails, follow enough arrows on signs, that eventually we will be driving along when the sky will open just a crack and a shaft of light will fall down from the heavens and shine on the structure that we will inhabit,  and once settled,will hang onto like grim death. But until that day, our search continues. So if you’re driving around in the fox cities area sometime in the near future and happen across an SUV with two unruly children in the back and two exasperated looking parents in the front, wave and smile. It might be us. Out looking for “that feeling”.

I’m done for now but before I go, I like to report that my six year old daughter Grace lost both of her front teeth this weekend. My how fast the time goes. I love you Gracie.

I’ll talk to you tomorrow when I’m sure I’ll be playing in quicksand, again.