**UPDATE: Just kidding! We’re not moving.**
Oh, yes, it’s true. We’re moving to town!
Big changes. Fast and furious ones. While we are heartbroken over leaving our gorgeous acreage, this new house suits our family so much better – four bedrooms on the second floor (SILAS WILL HAVE A NURSERY and there aren’t big enough capital letters for the excitement over the sleep I plan on getting), two living spaces on the main floor (one for homeschool!), a basement for rec space/craft space/storage), a fenced yard for the six city chickens and small garden we will have, and the biggie – 30 second commute to church for Jason. That there’s the church in our backyard.
There’s already a gate in the fence. It was meant to be.
Of course, it’s a mixed blessing. We are honest with ourselves re: the disappointment over leaving the country, but we are also very expectant of the great benefits of city living – more walkable, greatly reduced transportation costs, the ability to support local farms with our finances and time. We plan to stay active at the local farms we’ve come to love. Our chickens will be living with friends, with full visitation rights. We will go hiking and be outside as much as possible. We can walk to the grocery store! And the children will have access to the church’s property without even crossing the street, including the school’s playgrounds.
We are blessed by the new house. We won’t be moving until February (earliest), as there is much work to be done before we can move in. (We apparently love to buy houses with lots of disgusting carpet to rip out!). Then we’ll get this current house all ready to sell to the next owners – now that everything is brand new and just how I like it. I’m getting pretty good at designing a lovely new kitchen for some other lucky cook to enjoy!
We would love your thoughts and prayers as we anticipate a whole lot of home improvement projects in the coming months, in addition to that not-so-small task of moving the worldly goods of seven people across town. (I’m seriously thinking of just bringing the beds, a week’s worth of clothes for every season, and perhaps a sofa, and all the kitchen stuff–and just donating the rest to charity. Wouldn’t that be so much easier?!) Not sure how it will all get done, but I have confidence that it will. Somehow.