About seven years ago we took the leap and moved from a very large metroplex to the country.
We closed our eyes….took a deep breath….
You can read the rest of the story here.
Or just wait for the book. 🙂
I get asked all the time if it was easy to jump to the country and why we did it and if it was challenging to adjust and how we supported ourselves….
….and were we able to survive without a Target?
And the answers are….we bought a local business and we wanted our children to have space to run and breathe and Target can be a little overrated sometimes (except for that $1 aisle)….
….and yes….it was tough.
We lived in a rental house for about a year and waited to see if we made the right decision and spent hours looking at houses and property and trying to decide if we wanted to build.
And then one day…..we found the farmhouse.
And we knew we were home.
And after we bought the farmhouse…..for almost two years…..
…..we were the talk of the county.
They drove by every day to see the kitchen sink in the driveway and watched as the walls came down and discussed the new porch….
….and stared in disbelief at the piles of flooring and wallpaper scraps that covered the side yard.
And when they saw me….they would grin and pull me to the side and in low tones ask:
“Why is there a door in your window on the second floor?”
“Did you get rid of that kitchen stove?”
“Are you painting the woodwork?”
“What are you doing with those windows?”
And on and on and on.
And one day we were finished.
Well….truly….just between us…..is a person who buys an old farmhouse ever really finished? I mean….we had come to a stopping point.
And one day one of my friends stopped by.
I think the county appointed her.
She brought a casserole and a big opinion.
She promptly put the casserole on the stove and then walked from room to room.
And looked at that old remodeled farmhouse up and down and sideways.
She noticed the refinished pine floors and the freshly painted molding and the missing walls and all my furniture I had found by the side of the road and in the trash and at every yard sale from here to Tennessee.
And when she was finished…..she turned to me and smiled.
“I love what you’ve done with the house,” she said. “It’s so bright and light and cheery.”
I smiled with relief.
My farmhouse and I had passed the test.
And then she leaned in and whispered conspiratorilly, “Girl….I have to tell you. When you moved here and bought the farmhouse and started re-doing everything and all those kitchen cabinets were sitting in your front yard…..we all thought you were something.”
She sighed and continued, “You know….we all thought you moving from the city and all…..you were going to be so stuck up.
And full of yourself with all your new stuff.
But girl….you know what….we got it wrong…..
….you ain’t got a stick of new furniture in this whole house.”
And that….rock stars…..
…..is how to jump. 🙂
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