Here's what has us dazed

We're moving.  We don't know the details but we fell in love and are having a torrid affair with this house.

We've "proposed" but are still in negotiations. It's on a living, breathing little bayou which is the water you see.  The tide comes in and out from the Gulf of Mexico twice a day.  Our neighbors on one side are osprey, eagles, cranes and egrets and they live on a protected wildlife preserve.  Which also contains sacred Indian sites of some sort.

This piece of land is alive.

Think of how far you'll go, and how creative you can get, when you're having an affair with the love of your life. That's what it feels like we're doing.

Don't know yet if we'll get the house but it seems like it's been waiting for us.  We've gone through twists and turns and murkiness and intensity the last week trying to make a deal.  It feels like Florida property flippers, who own the house, are senselessly holding our home captive.  Demanding some kind of dowry-ritual on their terms and their terms only while meanwhile, one of the palm trees on our property needs watering.

Mercury's been retrograde the whole time and won't change direction til tomorrow night.  Really the last thing you should do with Mercury retrograde is sign a contract for a house.  Thousands of gallons of oil are shooting into the Gulf of Mexico daily.  Daily.  The astrologers think perhaps by the end of May something will have quieted that volcano.  Are we crazy?

It's time for us to move and change our lives.  Since we met this house eight days ago, all we've done is imagine ourselves in it. We planned to check out three potential states for our move: Florida, Arizona and Virginia.  We scheduled trips to Florida and Phoenix.  We saw our house/love the first day of the first trip to the first state, within two hours of beginning our research.  Yes, we've been part-time residents of Key West for the last five winters, Bruce went to college in Sarasota, his parents had a condominium in Bonita Beach decades ago.  But still, this could look impulsive.

We've been in a daze imagining ourselves and our cats and our lives in our new home. Dazed comes from dasen, from Old Norse dasa, perhaps originally meaning (says the online entymology dictionary) "to make weary with cold."  And of course we're beyond "weary with cold."  So we're dazed in more ways than one.