Yesterday I drove down to Monte Vista with a car load of stuff and Mindy. My agent had worked it out that I would be able to occupy the house before the official closing. The plan was I’d meet my agent, we’d do a walk-through, come back up to South Fork and today we’d close the house deal. I spent the morning organizing movers (not all that easy when you don’t know anyone and the internet is a barrier to getting a phone number — long story and not interesting). At around 2:00, I headed down. Stopped at the bank, then the little discount store (reminds me of an old-school dime store and I like it) to buy a shower curtain and stuff then the PO. Got to the house and waited. When my agent got there she was in the middle of a discussion with the title company and the lender and??? Anyway… We got the thumbs up to close. We’re off — Mindy and all — to the title company.
Once the deal was done, we went to the house and I unpacked my car while Sherry introduced Mindy to her new yard and house. Mindy really seemed to like it, not the least because it has (already) a nice big comfy couch which I bought from the seller. And, I was finally comfortable about really examining the little house. It’s funky, but I like it a lot.
My new house has… Brand new fridge, stove, dishwasher, sink, hot-water heater and roof. I will have to buy a washer and dryer. It has a room with windows on two sides that is perfect for a painting studio. It’s small — just over 850 square feet, but it doesn’t feel small inside. There’s no big hallway in the middle of the house and that’s partly why.
We drove back up the mountain. Sherry was able to go home last night (3 hours west of where I’m staying) and I spent my last night in the cabin.
Anyway, there is no way to describe the beauty of the San Luis Valley. I don’t think I’ll ever even try to paint it. I’m just going to let it paint me. I could just put a chair out in the middle of a field someplace and just look all day long. I’m so happy. It’s been a long haul — a decision that started forming in 2010, working through all the alternatives, trying to see how it would work financially and finding THE place. I’ve had lots of help and support from friends, lots of good advice like my former next door neighbor, Andy, Brownie’s owner, saying to me last spring, “Follow your heart, Martha.” I did. It’s been a four year journey of making the psychological break from teaching and my house/life in California, learning to see different possibilities, paying attention to what I felt and how I was teaching (not well — after a student threatened to assault me I truly lost heart), figuring out how to sell my house, working as much as possible to earn the money to fix up my house so I could sell it and on and on and on and on. Truly, yesterday I just stood in my empty new living room and felt that I was finally free.