“Home is the nicest word there is.”*
Home is the nicest word, especially when you have one and now we do, and I couldn’t possibly be more grateful. But getting here… This has been yet another in what has become a long series of challenging weeks.
Today, the offer we submitted was accepted, and with it, hope and expectation soared.
“Thursday’s child has far to go…”
Through the process of changing houses and planning a long-distance relocation, we’ve discovered that together, we’ll always find our way home.
KINGSVILLE, ON
Our quest for a “pine box” house began with an aspirational vision of a safe, secure, comfortable and serene future for the final chapter of our lives. Happily, and despite my complicated feelings about moving, deep within my heart I know that this sweet community, which bears so many similarities to our beloved Cobourg, holds the promise of profound joy and contentment.
Those similarities include population, demographics, amenities and proximity to the lakeshore and the unique lifestyle such a location offers and encourages.
Fun facts about Kingsville:
Of course, home is bricks and mortar, but what it really is, is a calm, cosy oasis where there is respect, love, honour and laughter. Lots of laughter. I hope that in Kingsville, we can create another peaceful and blessed home.
This is home. Or it soon will be.
Don’t worry Northumberland, you’ve stolen a piece of my heart and I’ll carry you with me evermore.
’Til next time, y’all…
*Laura Ingalls Wilder