Well, friends, it is official. We have taken our house off the market. We are staying here. There have been some little clues over the past few months that have made us stop and think that maybe this little spot we are in is the best one for our family. So when we made the decision this weekend to stay-put, it felt good. Really good. There were no tears (I had already cried those earlier this summer) and no regrets. Every change I have made to the house are ones that I made with the idea that we might stay. Every paint color I chose, ever piece of furniture I gave away, I did knowing that I might be the person living with them.
Even though there were no tears and no drama this weekend, I cannot pretend that this decision was easy or lighthearted. I am sad that we will not be living at the little farm we had found. I really did love that property- the land, the pound, the barn, and it does break my heart a tiny bit to think I would get to see it again. But the truth is I don’t really know what that life would have been like there. I don’t know for sure that it would have been wonderful and perfect. From I can tell, farm life is actually very hard and unpredictable. And expensive. So I guess what I am really sad about is losing the life I had imagined. Let’s be honest, I am sad about losing my Pinterest version of farm life.
Do I still have farm dreams? Yes and no. One thing this experience has shown us is that Sweet Man and I didn’t always have the same ideas and goals for life on the farm. Not that either of our dreams was wrong, they were often just different, and at times opposing. So now we are thinking that maybe a small, semi-remote, river or lake cabin weekend get-away paired with our current city-home is more what would be best for our family and our lifestyle.
And of course we have big backyard-homestead plans for life on Ridge Road. Gardens, more chickens, tree house, laundry line, compost pile, bee keeping perhaps? So maybe the best of best worlds, both on a smaller scale, is what is in store for our little family.
So now here we are. And suddenly there is the house. Our lovely, lovely house. Which suddenly feels like one big blank slate. I have not let myself dream about or fluff this house in at least two years. I had gotten in a funk and then there was the whole moving thing.
Well, those days are over and I am fully enthralled with this house again. And with really making it ours. Doing all those things we have thought of doing – kitchen remodel, screen porch, half bath off the master, red roof – but never gotten serious about.
But first, there are some curtains I need to change out, some light fixtures I need to reclaim, and some white paint that needs to disappear. And I need to plan the House Re-Warming Party. I mean, any excuse to have a party right?