Within twelve hours of making the difficult decision to sell the cottage, we had a buyer. Someone who, like me, grew up in cottage country and understands the rarity of a site on the market, is ready to snatch it up.
These cottages pass down from generation to generation. It's nearly impossible to "break in" to a line, something like trying to purchase season tickets at Yankee stadium.
I always thought I'd be passing our cottage down to the boys. They assumed that too, and the oldest, who best understands this "new" reality, is disappointed and angry.
All the way around, emotions are running high.
As for me, I'm trying to keep in mind, "this world is not our home."
Our inheritance is in Christ.
New favorite song (an old hymn!), "Oh Glorious Day" (here performed by Casting Crowns)
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