error in judgment

I've been so excited and happy about moving to Port Townsend that I've started to become anxious and even a little frustrated with where we live now. (Like that's not obvious to all of you.) I took several moments yesterday to be grateful for the time we've had at this beautiful, spacious and peaceful home. Dishonoring this oasis feels really bad to me, and I don't like to feel bad.

Getting the sumps working properly and without causing erosion in the yard has gone a long way to making me feel centered again, to be perfectly honest. The bluebirds have their bath again, we have our dry basement again, the cat has the bluebird channel on kitty tv (watched from my desktop), the Cooper's hawk buzzed us yesterday a few hours after the red-tail swooped by, and tomorrow the For Sale sign goes up.

I can do this. Nobody said it would be easy, right?