Selling a house, children, and easy. Which of these don’t belong?
Actually, I’m certain none of them go together.
I was eight-ish months pregnant with our oldest six years ago when we started house hunting wanting to get out of our starter house where the paint had barely begun to dry on the new nursery. We ended up moving when she was seven months old. And then we put our next house on the market when I was six-ish months pregnant with our second two years later. We showed it 49 times. I remember because I cried after we failed to get offers after every one of them. And then, miraculously, while I was in the hospital giving birth, we had competing offers and ended up selling it for full asking price … sight unseen. No worries, I sure enjoyed cleaning it 49 times and all that painting and prep I did for all of the people who saw it but didn’t buy it. We moved into our current home when our middle babe was three weeks old, and then later had our youngest.
Now, we are doing it again. I’m currently 28 weeks pregnant with our fourth child, and we just listed our house. Thus far, all of our children have come home to a different place. Yes, we may have partially lost our minds.
Why? Everyone is asking. We love most everything about our house. The short answer – we want to simplify. We’re about to have four little kids six and under. While we want them to learn about farm life, responsibility and work, we also want to have time and energy to give them instead of an old house, an inground pool, seven barns and 10 acres to mow and landscape.
I also believe that God’s been working on breaking down my home as an idol in my heart. I love to decorate and bring beauty into our home. But I’ve also learned that where the grass is greener on the other side of the white picket fence, I’ve just had to mow more. While in the process of deciding whether or not we should sell, where we should go, and whether or not we should build our next house, I came across this passage from Amos.
I will tear down the winter house along with the summer house; the houses adorned with ivory will be destroyed and the mansions will be demolished,” declares the Lord.
As in whatever house we go to isn’t any more permanent than these last three have been. As much as I adore a pretty kitchen, 10-foot ceilings and my coveted copper farmhouse sink, these things aren’t my hope or lasting home. Or rather, they shouldn’t be.
Plus, I’m holding out hope that if we sell our house and taste a little bit of freedom, Matt will oblige me and take me somewhere where there is
a shorter no winter. A girl can always dream. 😉
Here’s a little before/after tour of the work we’ve done to our ‘dollhouse.’ It also has a new roof, is freshly insulated, many of the appliances have been updated, there is now some landscaping, and some other things that don’t have to do with decorating (so I didn’t pay a whole lot of attention) have been done. If you want to buy it so we can move sometime between my current state of exhaustion and the sleeplessness that comes with taking care of a newborn, please do. 🙂
Now … on to the next project … whatever that may be!