It's not a bad thing, but we're still in Beaufort. We've had to lower our listing price on our house in hopes to get more lookers and potentially a buyer.
Billy is half way done with his training in Georgia. He's been able to come home every weekend, and for that I'm grateful.
Every Friday, I get butterflies in my stomach and rush down to pick him up with Dante "Dewey". My side kick, Dante, loves to tag along. By now, he knows Friday is the day we go pick up daddy. Usually when we get to the training facility, Billy is waiting outside of the gates with his little suitcase and a bag of dirty laundry. He prefers doing laundry at home, he says, his clothes smell better. Before, we begin our drive back to Beaufort, we stop at Starbucks for some coffee and munchies. We're back home in no time because we've been busy chatting and catching up.
Our weekend consists of hanging out 24/7. Occasionally, we hang out with family or friends, but mainly we're selfish and spend every waking moment together. We've been taking the time to enjoy Beaufort as much as we can, and that's been refreshing. Beaufort was the stepping stone to Billy's new career. My goals of acquiring a massage therapy license and having my own business were achieved here. Our wonderful friends and Billy's family reside here. We bought our first home, and we adopted our dog "Dewey" here. Beaufort has been good to us. When the time comes to say, "sayonara", it'll be a little tough.
