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I have been a terrible blogger lately. In my defense, I have to say that the last couple of weeks have been crazy.

With the move date breathing down our necks, our task list is becoming more and more urgent. One of the bigger items is the sale of our home. There are no real estate agents here so we have to sell our home ourselves. Six days after putting up posters, we had two offers. Let me tell you, it’s not that easy to sell your house. We were attached to both couples, but in the end, we had to disappoint one of them. That’s not a nice thing. However, the couple moving in was over the moon, so I guess the whole thing is rather bittersweet.

I’ve loved my home. It’s on the water (my view can be seen above this) and every corner and every wall has a memory of our renovation with parents and in-laws. I would never recommend doing renos yourself: I’m just not that type of woman. Unfortunately, when you live in a town in the middle of nowhere, contractors are rare… so there’s a lot of “us” in this house.  Though I can’t look at the little room across the hall without a pang of sadness (I had always imagined that would be a nursery for our little one), these walls kept me safe from the fertile world when I was grieving our loss.

So, check one big item off the task list.

Now, my mind is free to stress over the prospect of starting the adoption process all over again, as we cross state/territorial borders. Stay tuned as my neurotic side takes over…

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After many years in this remote village, my husband and I are moving. It’s definitely a bittersweet turn of events. I’m happy that we’ll be back in a city, not too far from family. I’m a bit relieved that I’ll be out of a fertility hotspot, where the birth rate far exceeds most of the continent. But I am a bit sad that I’ll be leaving my ‘life less ordinary’ in a place that has no roads leading to it. I count myself lucky to have lived here for so long. Life was pretty simple (except for the infertility). I made some really good friends here and I can’t really face the fact that they won’t be a part of my everyday life.

And in other news, last week, we almost had all of our dreams come true. A friend called us to say that a woman they know wanted to place her baby with another family once it was born. The baby was due in a week, and they were wondering if we would be interested. Of course we said yes! Unfortunately, they haven’t heard back from the woman, which is fine. I knew it was best to hold off on getting excited (though I really was), and so much could have happened: she might have decided to keep her baby, a family member may have agreed to raise him/her…? Anyways, it’s better that we never did get to meet her, because then we would’ve really gotten excited but I guess the fates have decided this one wasn’t meant for us. It might have been nice to have been able to start a new life with a new addition to the family, but it wasn’t meant to be. So, that’s ok, we’re no worse for wear.

Oh well… no time to dwell. I have tons to do before the big move at the end of October.