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Up In the Air

I am miles above the ground right now. Somewhere between Dallas, TX and Sioux Falls, SD to be exact.

The Hubs and I went on a relaxing four day getaway to Alabama.

We are sunburned but happy.

So now I find myself up in the air, literally and figuratively.

On the first stretch of our flight home the Hubs and I drew up a map of our land and numbered the different locations where we could build the new house.

We technically have several choices, but only a few that we both agree on.

We are meeting with contractor number one tomorrow to get down and dirty with the details to try to figure out if we're going to officially sign on the dotted line.

For some silly reason, the Hubs thinks we should decide we're going to put the house before we start building. It's really a chicken and the egg argument for me!

We hashed out details between Florida and Texas and now he is sleeping and I am pondering my options.

In the end it will all come down to practicality and expense. We will compromise, but at this point I feel pretty confident in saying that the incredible view is out of the picture, literally.

It's just too many hoops to jump through. There are less incredible places on the table, you know, just wow places, instead of wowza.

Every branch has to bend or it will break, or something wise like that.

We will learn more tomorrow, for now I will stay here with my head in the clouds and in about thirty minutes, I'll come back down to Earth...

Have a lovely day!

P.S. Warmer weather seems to finally have found South Dakota! How did you spend your weekend? Thanks for stopping by!

 

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