We did it.
We bought the farm.
And like everything else wonderful and amazing in my life, I did not get what I expected.
This is our mid-century farmhouse.
Isn’t she lovely?
Have you never heard of a mid-century farmhouse? You must not live in Central Arkansas then, because this part of the country is full of them.
One hundred year old white traditional farmhouses on acreage? Around here those things are almost mythical creatures, which became VERY clear to us during our farm hunt.
It has been my experience that God begins to prepare my heart for major opinion or life changes before I am really aware of it.
Somewhere along the way I will notice a shift in my thinking that on the front end, appears to have come out of no where, and totally out of the blue.
Only later in hindsight can I see that my heart was being prepared to shift gears from what I thought I wanted to what I actually need.
About two weeks before we found this house I became really bored with looking at, daydreaming about, and pinning, all white farmhouses.
I found myself attracted to lots of granny chic decor, mid-century design, and bold graphic wallpapers. I found myself pinning Orla Kiely and Amy Butler.
And I became really excited at the thought of doing some new things in our next house – of going in a new – but still true to me – direction.
And then we found this little farm, with this little house I refer to as “my Fisher-Price house” (because to me it evokes the look of a classic FIsher-Price toy from the ’60’s or ’70’s,) and I unexpectedly fell head-over-heels in love. (Or lurve, as I went around say for days.)
So after a month of inspections, negotiations, and having to have more patience than ever, we bought our little unexpected Farm of Dreams last Friday.
And I am even more in love now than before.
We have named her – the house and the land Preservation Acres, as we hope to raise some heritage breeds of plants or livestock here someday. But more pressing, is that we also hope to preserve a little bit of a slower way of living, one that helps us feel connected to something more life-giving than our screens.
So now we are in it.
And we have a lot of work ahead of us – inside and out.
The floors, the walls, the kitchen, the bizarre light fixtures – just wait to you see what’s in store for us inside the house. You are gonna love the crazy we have been gifted with.
The interior of the house will carry us through the winter I am sure, and then come Spring we will tackle the land and setting up places for critters etc.
(Also I intend to learn how to drive a tractor. So. Fun.)
This weekend however we went slow, soaking up all the goodness and the grace of this amazing moment.
Pinching ourselves that after what seems like a lifetime of dreaming, talking, and false starts, we are finally here.
We have finally come home to Preservation Acres.