Talking to the Owl

I’m writing what may be my last blog post from from this office. I am, in a way, graduating. Graduating from my starter house to my “all grown up” house. Maybe not immediately, but eventually. It should be fun. The house is true Cape, built between 1812 and 1820. It is in the rural part of Lincoln on a route where all the mailboxes are on one side of the street. Fortunately, the mailboxes on our side. A little bog is on the other side of the road and the stream runs underneath our garage, through the backyard, and down a steep hill into a grassy marsh. Beyond the marsh is a large farm with an equestrian school and an assortment of cows that I suspect are more for decoration than food. I’m really excited, but also nervous. All the anxiety of the closing on Monday has set me on edge. Hopefully everything will go alright, and my next blog post will contain a nice walk through of the new place.