Wrapping up the details to buy this sweet little beach house


I have always believed everything happens for a reason.  It is a hard credo to hold to when all you see is hurt and disappointment.  Tears seem to fall useless on the barren earth of a broken heart until the first sprout of a beautiful flower pushes its way into the light.

“When a door closes a window opens.”  I had doors slamming shut at an alarming rate, but with spring the windows are opening . . . a flower is blooming.

The moral of the story . . . don’t despair.   Just breathe and keep putting one foot in front of the other.  You can’t see around the corner if you don’t make the turn.



I couldn’t have imagined I would live here