The process was certainly dramatic, though. We had an early verbal offer in Long Island that fell apart, and then a formal one in Raleigh. We thought hard about Raleigh, but ultimately felt a little too young to be settling down.
Not that I particularly hated the idea of having a dishwasher, an extra bedroom, and a bathroom that doesn’t inspire fear. Those things would be nice.
We’re simply not done here. I haven’t even been to Williamsburg yet, which is some kind of 20-something crime.
Besides designing for Lonny right now, I have crafty little plans. Oh and new posts for next week, because I owe you big time.