Early in the summer, before we decided to sell the house, the girls and I were visiting family and friends in Idaho. During this time every year, I have very few responsibilities because we stay at Kevin's parents' home, and they spoil us with food, childcare, and pretty much anything else we can imagine. This time also allows space for self-reflection. While I was there in the summer of 2013, I had a revelation (driving down the country roads will do that to you.) I called Kevin (he was home working, and planning on joining us a few weeks later) and told him that we needed to sell the house. Of course he was in shock because I LOVED our home so much. I tried my best to explain my feelings to him without sounding like a crazy person. Sometimes (sometimes?) I tend to get a bit enthusiastic about things, and perhaps even a bit obsessive. This was not really different, but it was for a different reason. I told Kevin that I had a strong feeling that we were living our lives the wrong way. There is no explanation as to why we should be stretching ourselves every month to live in this house, albeit beautiful, when we spend so little time there. We both work full-time (enough to say about this in another post), and Kevin was putting in 2-3 overtime shifts every week just to get by. Now, I have to be honest and say that we were absolutely not changing our lifestyle in order to save more money each month. Not in the least. But that was kind of my point. I wanted to have the things that we had, take the kids on trips, shop when we wanted to, and not have to have this steep mortgage payment on top of everything else. Can you imagine the upkeep, too? It was a big job!
I thought for sure that Kevin would find my revelation typical, and maybe not take me very seriously. Usually I spend weeks after we return home crying about how I want a simple life and how I want to move back to that area (again, another post.) To my surprise, he said, "Okay, whatever you think." Or something Kevin-ish.
So I came home and we did it. We put the house on the market, without another one in mind, and it sold in 9 days! Obviously. It was lovely. Then, the craziest thing happened. I knew that I wanted to live downtown because I wanted an older home. Coincidentally, a nurse from Kevin's work was preparing to move out of her newly purchased home, and we fell in love with it. Well, not really with the house--but with the house's potential to be great. And the trees! Ah, the trees have been had for 60+ years! And, we were a little bit desperate to find a place that would work for us in the short term. Worst case scenario, we would update the house a bit and then sell it. Yes, absolutely crazy. Whatever. When it was time to move out of our dream home, I was so sad. Not even sad. Bitter. I wanted so badly to hate the new owners. They were actually amazing, so that didn't happen. Nevertheless, moving day came and we loaded our boxes and furniture into a truck and hauled all of our belongings to the new house (onto the nasty covered patio.) With plans to remodel, there was no way I was moving myself and the children into the new house before at least some of that happened.
Here's what we did: the girls and I stayed with my parents (with my entire closet in the back of my car) and Kevin slept at the new house. At the time, he was working night shift, so he would sleep at the new house during the day while I was at work and the kids were at school/daycare. Smart. That was supposed to last 30 days. Well, September came and went. We were well into the new school year and Homecoming Week was fast approaching; easily the most stressful week of the year. To top it off, that particular year the girls had dress up days at school that same week, and my 10 year reunion was that Saturday. SERIOUISLY? Planning committee? You're looking at her. What happened at the end of that week? Breakdown of the century! Like for real, the only time I've ever thought that I would end up divorced…or worse. Yikes. But you guys, I hadn't slept in my own bed in months, my parents live in a 55+ neighborhood that we were getting kicked out of, and I hadn't seen my husband for more than a few minutes in the longest time. Yes, things could have been so much worse. No one was sick, we HAD a home, and our kids still loved us (maybe.) Things could have been more difficult, but I'm so glad that they weren't. And, to be honest, that time sucked. Majorly.
New plan: move into the new house by the end of October. Nope. Halloween was spent at my parents' house. Thanksgiving? YES! So much to be grateful for! We finally moved into the house, and it was amazing. It still needed so much work, but the bathrooms were functional, and the kitchen was completely finished. The wood floors were restored and carpet was installed in the bedrooms. Thank goodness!
I'll post some pictures of a few of the biggest projects we completed before moving in. Slowly but surely, I will try my best to take you through some current projects. Clearly, I have changed a few things already. But, afterall, it's been two years! Here's the kitchen. My descriptions of each picture are under the images.
here. They're Martha Stewart. And we know that she's always right, so we couldn't possibly go wrong.
I love the kitchen. It's where I spend the most amount of time, and it is without a doubt, my favorite kitchen so far. Yep, even over the dream house.
Tomorrow, I'll take some updated pictures and show you my favorite things about the kitchen space. That requires some cleaning, and I'm just not into that right now. Plus, it's bedtime and my children have only had a bowl of Captain Crunch in the last few hours. Just keeping it real over here! Until next time…