Wednesday, August 5, 2009


So very long ago, we stashed a bottle of Unibroue's Quelque Chose, hoping to one day toast the sale of the house. Today, our first alone since the closing, we sat in the lifeguard stand at Atlantic beach access and celebrated one major item off our TO DO list.

Should we be sad? Should we miss our nest? Should we feel tearfully sentimental about leaving a house we designed and built?

Is so, we're fatally flawed. We both took a look inside for those little undertows. Instead, what we feel is relief, pure elation, like riding a wave straight toward the water.

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