A few days ago, in the wee early morning hours, I hopped on a plane headed to Dallas with only one thing on my mind - finding the perfect house.
As much as I LOVE the big D, I knew as soon as I arrived that I couldn't do another big city.
So my very patient realtor and I moseyed on down the road along the outskirts of Dallas, meandering in and out of small communities until we spotted it! The cutest little cottage ever! From the moment I stepped through the threshold it was love at first sight. I knew I had to have it.
I put in an offer and it was accepted that day.
Just look at this little pool in the back garden. Isn't that sweet?
And it's so peaceful.
All you can hear are the birds and the soothing sound of the water gently pouring from the fountain.
My friend took one look and said, 'Oh! You've got to call it 'Rosebud Cottage'. It looks exactly like a 'Rosebud Cottage'.'
And you know what?
I think she's right. It does look like a 'Rosebud Cottage', without the roses - which of course will be remedied immediately.
My dear readers, can you believe this is finally happening for me?
Hillbilly Debutante has been in existence for 6 years. If you've been reading me for any length of time you know leaving the city, the Washington DC area, has been my ultimate goal.
I can't believe the time is finally here.
Thank you, God.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I am still pinching myself.
I'll share more pictures when I move in and as I decorate. Which speaking of decorating right now I am headed to Barnes and Noble to pick up a copy of this:
Til next time,