Come August 30th, this is the 1937 Cape cottage that Mr. Magpie and I will call home. We found out on Monday that the offer we made on it was accepted, and we've been scrambling all week to finish the loan paperwork and get the ball rolling on the million and one things that need to happen before we close.
All that matters to us now, though, is that we've found our little corner of the world, surrounded by gardens and grand old trees. This is the the third time we've bought a home, and as the old saying goes, the third time's a charm. We looked at several houses, and bid on a few that we failed to get, but the moment we stepped into the backyard of this house, we knew why. This was the place we were meant to find. Yes, I believe some things are meant to be, and I don't question those things. A little faith can go a long way in a wicked world.
It feels right to be closing during the same month that Mr. Magpie and I will be celebrating our 18th wedding anniversary. During all those years, we have called ten different places home, and I've loved each house, apartment, and condo where we've laid our heads, but honestly, I just feel blessed that every night we've had a roof to keep us dry and walls to keep us safe. Home for us will never be a mansion. It will always be the place where meals are shared and memories made with each other and with the people and animals we love. As the English poet Robert Southey wrote, "There is a magic in that little world, home; it is a mystic circle that surrounds comforts and virtues never known beyond its hallowed limits."
I'll be sharing much more about the house in the weeks and months to come. It has been a long wait for this place, and I feel like Dorothy after far too long a stint in Oz. I can't wait to kick off my ruby slippers and leave them by the kitchen door.