Remember the first time you watched Star Wars?
(total aside: me either….I had to look up all these Star Wars details to make my point).
Remember Luke and Leia and Darth Vader and Han Solo and Chewbacca and C3PO and R2-D2?
(case in point….my husband pointed out that I had neglected to capitalize the names of the robots. Who knew?)
And you cheered them on and watched them fight against the empire and train to be Jedi knights and destroy the enemy and let the force be with them.
Then three Star Wars movies later…..
…..you find out all about the beginning.
This post is exactly like that…..
….except without Yoda. 🙂
Because this is the house we lived in before we moved to Thistlewood.
This is our beginning.
And the best part?
The house is only part of the story of our jump from the city to the country.
Now before I begin…..total disclaimer.
The house looked absolutely, positively, not-even-a-little-bit, not even remotely…..like this.
I wish I could tell you it did. I love every tiny detail of this incredible transformation.
These pictures were taken last weekend when we went back to visit.
You see….this is what it looks like now. Why? Because the couple that bought the house is amazing.
And I’m not overstating it. Not even a little.
They took a house with wonderful bones and a lifetime of love…..
….and transformed it into something that looks like it leapt from the pages of Country Living.
Kind of like when you are watching the Today show and they find the one girl in the audience with amazing bone structure and perfectly smooth skin and hair that just needs a little conditioning and then they take her to the studio and four hours later……she walks out looking like a supermodel.
She was pretty all along.
It just took an expert to truly make her beautiful.
But I’m getting ahead of the story.
I’m already on to the next chapter…..
…..without even starting you out at the beginning.
(total aside: you may have to read the post twice…..a good story with all these pictures can really be distracting). 🙂
Our story begins almost eight years ago.
I lived in this very house with my husband and four children and occasionally (very, very occasionally) cooked in this very kitchen (that I only wished looked like this at the time).
Our lives were full and busy and my husband worked downtown with an hour and a half commute each way.
It was a full life….but we felt like we were being pulled in so many directions with so many different activities….
…..that we simply passed each other (right there at that back door)…..coming and going.
And sometimes late at night when we both arrived home after a long day…..
….we would dream.
We would tell each other how wonderful it would be to live in a place where the pace was slower.
Where the commute was a five-minute trip down a winding country road and we could grow our own vegetables and bake bread every day (I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the one who mentioned that) and raise chickens and our children could run on acres and acres of green grass with a creek and a pond.
But that’s all it was. Talk. Lots and lots and lots of talk. Sprinkled with dreams and hopes and plans.
And then one day we were sitting in church listening to the pastor and his message. He talked about praying and following your heart where you felt God was leading you and listening to that still small voice that circled round and round in your head.
And taking a leap of faith…..
To this day….I’m not sure if he meant actual jumping…..as in leaving behind everything that you know and taking a step into the great unknown.
But I remember sitting in that service and looking at my husband with round wide eyes full of questions.
Was he hearing the same thing as I was?
What did he think? Instead of simply talking and planning and dreaming…..could we actually, really, truly….
Now if you read this blog….you’ve heard this part of the story before.
You’ve heard about the jump in vague terms and it seems like we clicked our heels and nodded twice and a farmhouse in the middle of Kentucky appeared.
But there’s so much more to the story.
There’s the hows.
And the details.
And all-the-behind the scenes of our jump.
And an amazing couple that drove by this very window over seven years ago….
…..and simply knocked at our door.
But that my friends….is the rest of the story and it’s (of course it is)…..
….to be continued. 🙂
PS I’m posting the rest of the pictures of the house and the rest of the story on Wednesday (I was too wordy and the house was too wonderful for just one post).
PPS May the force be with you.
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