This past summer had us thinking about our future again since our lease was coming to an end. We really didn't want to continue to rent, but the thought of home ownership with health challenges kind of scared us a little.
After spending a lot of time in prayer and discussion we felt the time was right. We started looking casually before our vacation and then jumped in full speed at the beginning of August.
I will spare you all the roller coaster details, but after much exhaustion and stress, we became official homeowners the second week of October.
The house is WAY smaller than we wanted, but our goal was to always go with a bigger lot if we had to choose. After our time with NO yard in California, we both knew that it was very important to us.
Our home sits on over a third of an acre and I definitely don't feel claustrophobic when I step outside here. It was built in 1921 and has had multiple remodels.
It's not a perfect house, but it's where God has us for now and we are content!
Here is a walk through of our, new to us, humble little home:
Part of the backyard:
Master bedroom: (aka storage room for a super small house)
Laundry and hall:
Love this window, part of what sold the home for me:
Fireplace and mantle corner are the other things that got me:
Dining room: (still lacking a table)
I'm not making any promises for blogging because life just isn't the same anymore, but I thank those few readers who have stuck around or missed me.
We will accept goodies wrapped in tin foil. (Preferably chocolate.)
Every year I look back at that year and sometimes can't even imagine how we made it through. Others make it look so easy sometime. But we are here. And I think 10 is a pretty good number to smile about today.
I want to write a perfect post. I want to write a post to encourage. I want to write a post to to tell you that the next year will be the hardest. I want to tell you to marry your best friend. So that no matter now hard you fought that day, you forget by bedtime and treat them like you can't live without them. I want to tell you that it's going to be oh so very hard sometimes. I want to tell you that it's going to take away your breath other times.
But most importantly, I want to tell you to always make room for the most important third wheel in your marriage.
Please don't ever stop fighting. Please don't ever stop believing. Please don't let statistics guide your journey.
Please dig down deeper that you've ever dug before to fight for your marriage.
Happy 10th Anniversary my Love! Thank you for fighting every day with me.
Last week Turtle started 1st Grade. :) So far she is liking the full
day, but we've already had a couple days where she didn't have, or take,
the time to eat lunch and was pretty cranky and famished by the end of
Here are the First day of School pictures and favorites:
Grade: 1st Age: 6 and a half Color: purple (in case you couldn't tell.) Food: waffles (it's what she was eating when I asked her.) Thing to so at school: Sit on the purple square on the rug at school. Thing to play at home: Legos Movie: Frozen
I am struggling with adulthood and all of the decisions, choices, pains and responsibilities we have. I just wanted to spend all summer playing outside with my kids, but the decisions we have to make about our future, can no longer be ignored. Instead of facing them head on and enjoying the challenge, I want to put my head in a hole and pray they go away.
I can't do that.
But I want to.
I want my aches and pains to go away by themselves and I don't want to spend countless hours and dollars on doctors.
But they aren't and I have to.
I am not normally a procrastinator. I usually like to work on the tasks that are in front of me.
But truthfully, right now, I am scared.
I want someone to take me by the hand, tell me it's going to be ok and make the decisions for me.
I want things to be as simple as they are in this field:
I want to remember, that all that is important, is in that picture.