Big Bad Wolf

Remember the story of the three little pigs and the big bad wolf? Once the pigs nestled themselves into the brick house, they were safe from all of the wolf's huffing and puffing. Well, we three piglets have found that our brick house is not the stuff of fairy tales. Yesterday we learned that the brick is literally sliding off the sides of our house...so much for it having been well and properly renovated when we bought it two years ago.

We found this news after calling in a man who raises houses; yes, one corner of our house had been sinking since the renovator removed a tree that had been growing too close to the house, but he didn't bother to fortify the space where the tree had been. So over these two years, our house has been slowing descending, as has the neighborhood. What we thought would be a neighborhood on the upswing has seen a downward turn since the economic slide; it and our house feel unsafe, and I feel unsettled. 

There is a lesson in this, of course. Part of it must be that I cannot put my faith or security in material things, that everything is subject to change, that L. and I need to listen to our heads and not just our hearts when making such big decisions, that we will be okay. I have to find a way to be grateful for this circumstance, if only for the lessons I apparently needed to learn. 

We need to move. Onward and upward now.