Welcome back rock star.
If you missed the epic beginning of the story of our jump and where it all began and the first part of the tour of the house that we lived in before Thistlewood….you can start here.
Before we begin I have to tell you how much I loved all the comments on the last post.
I read each and everyone….but the second comment down literally made me laugh out loud and almost spit out my coffee….
“Sweetie, they were fighting against the empire, not for it. (are you sure that your husband proofread this)
Loved the tour anyway.”
The commenter was so right.
And I did read the post to my husband (who is a huge Star Wars fan).
But he looked so cute trying to explain the entire story line of all of the Star Wars movies in about five minutes…..
….that I kind of got distracted. 🙂
If we Reader’s Digest the story up until now….it looks a little like this.
We lived in a giant city.
We were busy.
We wanted to simplify.
And so we decided to jump.
(total aside: please tell me you’ve always wanted to use Reader’s Digest as a verb, too.)
Sounds simple enough, right?
I think the actual deciding we were going to jump was almost as easy as that.
Because the decision was one that came right from the heart. The path was so clear for us and we knew we were supposed to do it. It just required the ability to step out on faith and believe that this was God’s plan for our life.
But the details? The actual hows and whys…
….that’s where the amazing part comes in.
We decided to jump on a Sunday.
The next week I got a call from my sister in Kentucky to tell me about a business that was for sale.
She knew that we had been talking about moving and when she heard about the opportunity….she thought of us.
But….she said….it was in the middle of nowhere.
As in….no stop lights.
No movie theaters.
Just acres and acres of farm land and horse barns and chicken barns….
…and the occasional gas station pizza.
We weren’t sure if the opportunity was right for us.
It would be such a big change and even though it was what we had hoped and dreamed for….
….the funny thing about dreams is you never really expect them to come true.
So with cautious optimism sprinkled with a healthy dose of nervous trepidation….the next week we were in a car heading to Kentucky.
We wanted to see for ourselves what the future might hold.
And when we arrived….we discovered that the opportunity was all we hoped for and so much more.
We met with the owners and saw the countryside and went into the gas station and bought a diet coke and as the sun set over the river at the edge of that small town….
….we held hands and talked and talked and talked.
I remember the words tumbling out….faster and faster and faster.
All those dreams spilling out at once.
And we knew.
This was exactly where we were supposed to be.
And so we returned home excited and a little overwhelmed and began to plan our move to the Kentucky countryside.
But first we needed to sell the house.
We mentioned to a few people that we were thinking about selling and started get the house ready to put on the market.
Two days later I was standing in the back bedroom and I saw a car drive by.
And then it drove by again.
And as I stood there and watched it drive by….I knew that I knew that I truly, truly knew….
….this was the couple that was going to buy our house.
Twenty minutes later they knocked at the door.
They introduced themselves and mentioned mutual friends that we had….
…..and how they had heard that we were thinking about moving and selling our home.
And we invited them in and talked and talked and talked and gave them a tour and laughed and talked some more.
And at the end of that amazing, incredible, wonderful evening…..
….we agreed to sell our home.
And three weeks later we signed the final contracts and packed the last box and bid our home goodbye.
Without even a sign in the yard.
And Becca and her amazing family moved in and created a home full of life and joy and beauty.
And just like the family who had lived there before…..
….the halls were once again filled with laughter.
And the rooms were full of Cheerios crunching and milk slurping and shared giggles over puzzles and games of tag from one end of the house to the other and piles and piles of dolls and teddy bears and velociraptors.
Because another new chapter has begun. 🙂