Still Looking

I thought that it would be easy to spot the place for me when I saw. I thought it would be obvious:

My Realtor is thrilled that I know exactly what I want, but that means waiting for it. So, alas, I am now in a housing holding pattern. This week, Sophie and I will end up on Mom and Dad's doorstep until just the right place surfaces. And thank God that my parents are so willingly to have us for the time being. I appreciate them so much. And I know it sounds crazy, but this year with Mallory has been a blast and I'm going to miss Manteca life more than I can say. The reservations that I had a year ago about moving in with Mallory have dissolved and now any night that I might have to spend alone is way too quiet. I'm usually ready to leave somewhere when my time is up, but I put down emotional roots here.

I figure that God is asking me to give up the good so that He can give me the best. There is a house out there for me and Sophie and I trust this plan. I might shed a tear or two, but maybe that just means that I'm getting sappier as I'm getting older.