Waiting to begin

It's the end of another year and I'm particularly aware of the passing of time right now.  Some noteable segments of time:

1 year:  My husband, David, and I decided one year ago to uproot our two teenage sons, move from Charlotte, NC to tiny Morganton, NC in search of a more balanced lifestyle and to fulfill a lifelong dream of building our dream house on a lake.

6 months:  The big move (actually only one of a series of big moves) from our large sprawling McMansion in Charlotte to a jumbled confusion of boxes and furniture strewn between a compact rental house and and storage unit outside of town.

3 months: Since we sold our house in Charlotte.  A mixed blessing.  Selling a house in these trying times was a stroke of luck.  The proceeds from the sale, or lack thereof, were less than impressive.  It's downright depressing to sell your house for less than you paid for it, six years later.

2 weeks: Until our construction loan closing.  This is the latest in a slew of scheduled closing dates.   It's been a complicated and frustrating process trying to secure financing in this shaky economy.  Banks are shying away from construction loans in general.

....and so...we cross our fingers and wait to begin...and waiting is the hardest part...