Within a year of visiting Colorado, we make our move.
We have purchased a wonderful house in Silver Cliff, the stepchild town next to the better-known Westcliffe. While we know renting is the smartest way to ease ourselves into this new lifestyle, frankly, there's not much on the rental market. So we take yet another leap of faith and buy it. So much for wise first steps.
Our new home is much smaller than the one we own now, so I weed out and pare down our possessions. This feels good. No, great. I think of the scripture when Christ challenges his disciples to go forth into the world to carry the good news, wearing nothing but the clothing on their backs. THAT’S paring down. My task is a snap by comparison. Some goes to friends, some to the donation center, more to a consignment shop and some we sell during a pool party.
The new house is actually quite old. Rebuilt in 1990, it was originally a Presbyterian parsonage located a few blocks away. It has the original ponderosa pine floors (complete with square nails) and red window frames. It is full of western charm, sided in cedar and topped with a red metal roof. The grounds are the prettiest we’ve seen in the area with whispering aspens, pines, a sunken deck, stone walls and a fire ring. And the mountain view is breathtaking.
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