Have you seen all the tiny house shows?
You know where they tuck a bedroom under a 24″ space at the top of a ladder and build a dining room table that turns into a couch and bookshelves that you have to pull out to get to the closet and a kitchen sink that serves as extra storage.
They take the tiny house and put it on wheels and attach it to the back of a truck designed to pull that tiny house here there and any place next to Niagra Falls or the Grand Canyon or a river with a view.
And the tiny house moves on down the road.
I know. I can relate. I understand. Because this house? This farmhouse with its three stories and five bedrooms and a roof with a steep pitch?
It moved on down the road, too.
The house was originally located about five miles down the road next to the interstate. It’s almost a hundred years old and it was originally used as a boarding house that rented out rooms to people.
The details are kind of fuzzy, but about 40 years ago (give or take a few years depending on who you talk to), there was a highway expansion project planned for our corner of Kentucky. They were widening the interstate and clearing out space along the side of the road for the project.
And the house?
It was right on the edge of goodbye.
The house was scheduled to be torn down to make room for progress.
It was offered up for sale in the hopes that someone would fall in love with a boarding house with a steep pitched roof and rooms of old flooring and a history to match.
But it couldn’t stay where it was, the highway was coming to town.
So they went all tiny house and moved it down the road.
But to move it, they cut the house in half. Right down the middle.
Yep.Right down the middle.
Right down the middle.
Slowly one part of the house moved down the road, followed by the second half. They had to move power lines because it was so tall.
Everyone came out to watch that old boarding house take a trip.
It was the talk of the county.
Five miles, dozens of power lines, a parade down winding country roads and a trip behind a powerful truck later the two halves of the house finally arrived here.
After all that moving and shaking, they put those two halves back together to create this farmhouse.
Our old Kentucky home.
I’m so thankful for that highway expansion.
I’m so thankful for powerful trucks.
I’m so thankful for boarding houses with old floors and steep roofs.
And I’m so thankful every time I walk up that sidewalk with that porch waving at me and the front door saying hello…
…that this farmhouse moved on down the road. 🙂