Room with a View

My family likes to go for walks.  About two months ago we were walking around our complex past some apartments that are different than the town homes where we were living.  Adam mentioned that we should move into them because they are situated in a quieter area.  I immediately dismissed his proposal since a 500 foot move seemed like way more work than it could possibly be worth.  Plus, I had just repainted our main floor (after having primed it back for our last move that fell through a week before), and if we moved again we would have to prime it again.  No thank you.
A few days later some workers came and cut down the only tree I could see from our town home.  It exposed another "lovely" row of town homes for me to look at instead.  It bugged me.  A lot.  We get really bad snow drifts in the winter, and I could just imagine them getting so much worse without the tree to block the wind.  Plus, we live on the "dark side" of the building.  It's a bummer in the summer, but just downright depressing come winter.  On another walk past the apartments I started having second thoughts about my hasty dismissal of them.  I told Adam that I would at least be willing to look at them.  So look we did.  We liked what we saw: an actual eat in kitchen without carpat under the dining area, no tile in the bathtub/shower area, two full baths...one off the master bedroom, more counter space, more than just one outlet in the kitchen, 100 more square feet, all one level, trees outside our windows.  The biggest drawbacks were bumping down to 2 bedrooms instead of 3, not having our own private entry, and no first floor apartments were available.
We took a few days to make a decision.  Okay, I took a few days to make a decision.  Adam wanted to move to the apartment, but didn't really care either way...whatever that means. We prayed, I prayed, I stressed, I worried, I thought about it, I decided to do it, I changed my mind...I was so scared that I would decide to move to the apartments and miss the town home and regret the decision I had made.  The two places were just different.  One wasn't really better than the other. I prayed some more and was extra focused on receiving an answer.  The only answer that came was that, "It doesn't matter either way."  So, in the end I decided I cared more about trees and no carpet under my table than private entries and having a guest bedroom (that does not mean we do not want guests!).
So we moved last week, and I can say that I am 100% glad we did.  Our new place just "fits" us better than the other one did. I am so glad that I don't see this anymore when I look out my windows:

But instead I see this:

And this:

And this:

When I first moved to Florida from the desert, all the trees made me feel claustrophobic.  We then moved to a home in Georgia surrounded by trees, and I fell in love.  I love the green, the peace, and the quiet they bring.  And I have to say I am actually looking forward to seeing them glisten with snow on their branches that will be left undisturbed by human feet and cars this winter.  We now wake up to birds singing in the morning instead of our neighbor's dramatic phone conversations, and when I opened the blinds the other morning there was a deer standing outside my window just waiting to greet me.  Is this a Disney movie or what?  Pretty sure tomorrow I'm going to meet some singing chipmunks...