Woo-hoo! We finally closed on the property in Danville, Vermont and it’s officially “ours.” We went into contract waaayy back in October but there was some red tape on the seller’s end that needed working out. It felt so frustrating every time we had to sign yet another extension and I tried not to get attached, just in case it all fell through. It’s hard, though, not to think about where a house might go, whether the barn can be restored, where to plant the apple trees, etc etc.
Our hunt for land started over a year and a half ago with a quick peek on Zillow that turned into a full-on search last winter, with visits to Vermont in all seasons, including a January road trip with skiis in the back of my mom’s old Subaru. Unfortunately for most of the year we kept running into walls: a property we loved and made an offer on was taken off the market…
Another that looked like the set from The Sound of Music came with a background rush of highway traffic you could hear through acres and acres of pine trees…
No matter now. As of Friday, March 11th, I have roots in Vermont again, in a town that was part of my family’s history before I was even born. Fields and woods and an ancient barn on a quiet dirt road. Heaven.
As I write this, I’m watching squirrels at the “bird feeder” in our front courtyard here in Columbus— I love where we live right now and I’m in no hurry to leave, but at the same time I am so excited to be starting this new adventure.