I’ve been a bit closed-mouthed about our recent real estate endeavors.  You see, I was all gung-ho to share this little journey with the interwebs, and then… well, then we hit a few snags.

And then the snags got snaggier.

So I started to get superstitious and zipped the ol’ lips in case some sort of ironic cyberspace goblin was intent on wrecking havoc in our little world.

Fast forward 2.5 months later:  Our grueling renegotiations were a success and our mortgage loan has been approved, but we’re still technically homeless. The cottage will officially have new tenants in 2 weeks.  We’ve been told we’re closing this week, but we were also told we were closing last Monday… and then last Thursday… and then last Friday.  I’m trying to stay positive without holding my breath while simultaneously shuffling the movers and painters and the utility-hooker-uppers forward on the calendar (“I promise this is the last time” are becoming the most oft spoken words in my vocabulary).

Meanwhile, I’m getting a little wistful about our first home together.  Sure, I can’t wait to be rid of the poor weather-proofing that beckons dust and creepy-crawlies at every door jam and windowsill.  And, yes, I am thrilled about the size of my new bathroom and the vibe of the new neighborhood.  But there are lots of things I’ll miss about our cozy, baby blue brick abode.

Like my very favorite nook… the window box in our kitchen.  I love having my very favorite items – cheery latte bowls, thumbed-through cookbooks, a vintage milk bottled from my dad, a punchy piglet cutting board – right at my fingertips and brightening the space.  The ultimate in form and function!

I’m sure all of my treasured culinary knick-knacks will find their proper spots in my new kitchen, but I’ll be sad to say good-bye to my nook.

Do you have a favorite corner in your home?