Remember when we first started being friends and I lived here?
I packed my bags and moved back to this house.
Which looks like this (except cuter now because the front has been decorated with planters and a new door knocker and benches and greenery and new landscaping).
But I digress.
Because there’s another house.
The house I lived in after I lived in this house and before I lived in the farmhouse.
Are you confused?
But are you curious? Do you want to see what it looks like?
Let’s be friends.
And let’s take a tour.
This is the house we lived in before we moved to Thistlewood and before we jumped back.
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. I was just there at the house this week because I’m working on a fun project with the girl that owns this house now and I LITERALLY SIGH EVERY TIME I WALK THROUGH THE DOOR.
These pictures were taken after the new owners purchased it and transformed it and made it their very own kind of incredible.
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). 🙂
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.
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 farmland 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.
We’ve moved home.
We live here—-right down the street from the house I just showed you where we lived in after this one and before the farmhouse.
And we are still friends—the new owners and my family.
Isn’t it amazing how life comes full circle?
I could have never, ever, ever imagined the journey we would take.
And just between us?
I wouldn’t change a step. 🙂
I wrote about our journey and moving and jumping and how I learned to celebrate all my imperfections in my first book.
And it’s on sale today for the lowest price I’ve seen.
Happy day. 🙂