A Southern Rehabilitation

Well, folks, the house I'm currently living in is under contract. Insert here "high stress and relief." When I rented this house back in August of 2015, I knew the owners planned to sell it. At the time, I needed a place to live and fast. Same thing... the house I was renting went on the auction market and it sold very quickly. Not exactly the same story with this house but similar.  I had a year of not having to worry about a sign in the yard. It was a relaxing and enjoyable year. I had the best time fixing it up, painting different rooms, and just putting my stamp on things. It was fun. I love this house. I just can't afford to buy it. The house was built in 1920 and is registered on the list of "historic homes" in WS. It is located in a very desirable neighborhood. So close to Wake Forest Hospital and downtown. Many doctors and residents live in this area. It's just not "my" area of preference. I'm going to show you the pictures they...

Believe! Believe! Believe! This one word has come to be my lifeline; it's the rope I'm hanging on to for dear life. BELIEVE. "Dawn, you've got to believe that everything will be alright. YOU will be alright. Just believe it." When I got back from Miami last Saturday, there was a prettily wrapped gift on my front porch. There was no card, no note, nothing to identify the giver of the gift.... but I knew.  I had received a text from this person earlier in the day asking me if I was back in Clemmons yet... "No, not yet, " I told her. So I wondered what she was up to with that comment and when I got home and saw the pretty package... I knew.  (I'm not even sure she reads this blog, but I'm going to thank her nonetheless.) Thank you, Bay, for the book, but more, thank you for thinking of me when you saw it and thank you for knowing I would need it. The name of the book is... believe ... written and compiled by Dan Zadra and Kobi Yamada. Every ...