Getting Connected is a year long Series, aimed at opening up the conversation and getting to know one another. So often it is hard to know the person behind the blog, in the Getting Connected Series I want to break down the blog barrier and show off our messy closets. A Series where I let you get a peek at the REAL me, the imperfect, messy, and utterly human me. Some will be heartfelt, and some will be humorous, but ALL will be real.
You can find the previous posts here:
But I need to warn you, you might get sucked in and wonder where half an hour of your time went! Especially once you start reading the comments and learning about others in our sewing and blogging life. They tend to draw people in, in a good way :).
I wondered what I should write about this month, and asked my daughter for some advice. Her response? Our new home…
So here goes.
Getting Connected – Part 3
Moving, our new house, and what it took to get here.
See that? It is essentially the home of my dreams…and it is mine, ALL MINE!! Woo hoo!
But getting there has been an arduous process. As most people who have purchased a home can tell you. The past 6 months have been t-o-r-t-u-r-e. We have been renting the home we are in now for 3 years now, and finally made the decision to purchase. Naturally, our first inclination was to purchase the home we are living in…but our finances had something different to say about that. Ouch.
So we have been looking, and looking, and looking, and looking.
We came close to buying 3 times. 3 times where we had papers drawn up, offers made, offers even accepted sometimes…all to end up falling through. There were times when I felt I found the ‘home of our dreams’, only to have my husband come in and poo poo all over it. And to make matters even more complicated, the priority list of what we wanted in a home between my husband and I were almost completely flip-flopped.
He wanted land and location, while not caring about what the house looked like (old 60s fixer upper? No problem!) – oh yeah, and preferably near the beach. I wanted a nice home I could love and make my own, with less care for location.
Finding something that met all of our criteria, within our budget, was becoming nearly impossible.
Months went by, and I was growing increasingly upset with the uncertainty that our life was becoming. Not knowing what the future held, and what plans to make in your immediate future can be trying. Especially when you think you finally have the answer, only to have the floor drop from under you 3 times. I was done. I was running every day to see different homes, all with the kids in tow. And nothing would satisfy my husband. I was becoming increasingly upset, and taking my anger out on him.
Turns out, we had to let go of some things. I think a lot of the reason the first two deals fell through is because we hadn’t let go of the home we are currently living in yet. We really wanted to stay where we were, and kept trying to think of financially creative ways to make it happen. And we could have pushed it, we could have MADE it work. But finally we decided that having a LIFE was more important than our home. We enjoy traveling, we enjoy doing things with our family – and buying the home we are currently in would have curtailed that. We want to own our home, not for our home to own us.
It wasn’t until we completely let go of our current home…that we finally found our new house.
As it turned out, throughout all of the struggle in looking, I was being refined in the process. I was discovering what actually was important to us in a home. For example, we like neighborhoods where houses are closer together, not spread out. They seem to have a feeling of friendliness to it. Furthermore, my sewing area needs to be on the first floor still, not upstairs in a bedroom – so that the kids can run around me when I am working. Water, water, water. We love it – we want it in our lives as much as possible. A move-in-ready house was important to us, between my husband and I – we are just too busy to stop our lives for renovation. Etc, etc, etc. We were discovering what we really wanted. What was important to us in life.
And then we found it.
We were driving around on New Years Eve, just my husband and I, on the completely opposite end of town. The part of town my husband had adamantly said before that he did not want to live in. We came across a gorgeous lake, and the houses were lit up all around it. It was magical. I pulled up my Trulia ap (aka – my right arm throughout this whole process), and low and behold – there was a house for sale in this magical land.
We drove by it.
It was the only red house on the whole street.
And it had a wrap around porch.
I am pretty sure the angels parted the clouds and started singing at that moment.
We immediately called our realtor and made an appointment to see it over the next few days. I took a photo and posted it on Instagram claiming that I had found my new Sewing Studio. I claimed it right then and there as OURS. And after 2 months of an incredibly difficult loan process – we signed the papers last Friday on our new home.
We celebrated with a glass of champagne, and I danced in my new sewing studio.
We will be moving over the next 2 months, and I might be a bit scatter-brained in the process. But I couldn’t be more happy with it. I am even contemplating a ‘Sewing through my Home’ Series, as I make our new house a home with handmade goodness.
And as blessed as I feel, I think it is always amazing to remember that there is a person on the other side of the computer screen. Someone is writing the posts we read every day. A person who is going through life, just as we all are. With ups and downs, struggling with real life struggles. Who doesn’t just sit around taking pretty photos of their handmade creations all day long. It is so easy to forget that when all you see is a pretty photo, of their seemingly perfectly posing children, in their spotlessly clean home.
Some of us struggle with illness – someone has consistently been sick in my house since October, Spring cannot get here fast enough! But that is nothing compared to the chronic back pain my Mom lives with every day. Some of us struggle with marriage problems – my husband and I certainly have our own set of issues. And some of us struggle with the sin we carry in every day life. Whether its the challenge of raising kids, keeping a budget, paying the bills, a sick family member, the hurt or devastation of trust being broken, or overcoming other obstacles in your life. One thing remains…we all STRUGGLE.
I have yet to meet the person who says – ‘my life is great! There isn’t anything I couldn’t use a little help or prayer with.’ That person is a liar.
So as I jump for jubilee and count my blessings over our new home, it was a struggle to get here. A 7 year struggle for my husband and I to finally come to a place where we can call home, and put down roots. 7 years of not knowing where we would end up, of having times in our marriage where I almost said enough was enough, of living in rented spaces…all in different cities (some international), selling off everything we own.
And while I still may not know if this will be our ‘forever home’, after all – you never know what the Lord has planned for your future. I do know I am laying down the bricks to make it ‘our home’. And that makes me jump for joy like the photo seen above.
I can’t wait to share it with you.
As always, thanks so much for stopping by. And if you read this far – thank you, truly, from the bottom of my heart for reading this post. I love getting to know YOU better too and encourage you to write a comment. I love hearing everything you have to say.
Until next time…