We have packed up nearly all of our belongings and as of last Friday, we are officially residents of TN. It has been bittersweet to say goodbye and now we are saying goodbye to our home for the past 2.5 years.
It’s funny to think about now, but when we moved in, we thought we may be here ten years or more. We had so many big plans for this place and we only got to see about 60% of them through. But I’m confident her new homeowners will be able to carry on what we’ve started.
I took a lot of pride in our ol’ schoolhouse, especially since we fixed it up so much and did a lot of the work ourselves (albeit during one of the busiest seasons of our lives). I kind of liked living in something unconventional (thank you, HGTV, for making me feel like a Homecoming queen for once).
And I liked that everyone in town knew where we lived by description alone.
We will miss the land, space, and freedom. We will miss it terribly. Our backyard was dreamy, especially on a summer evening with sheets flapping on the clothesline and the crickets humming in the field, and the air thick with the smell of our overripe garden tomatoes.
I’ll miss the sounds of the neighbor’s cows and chickens, looking out my window and seeing the horses, and the many beautiful sunsets we witnessed here. I will not miss the snow.
Bea learned to walk here. Both of the girls spent many hours outside on the play set, imaginations as open as the field next to us. MG grew up here. She may even have a few lingering memories from this house. I hope she remembers the kittens and her room and not the months she spent sick.
We brought Sib home here too.
(drone shots courtesy of our friend, Brad J. Ward)
On the flipside, we had some hard times here as well. A new job AND a new baby in one year was rough (apparently we didn’t learn our lesson though!). N started his doctoral program which took so, so much free time. I started and ended Sweet Mama Makes.
Fixer uppers are always hard to live in when you are renovating; they’re also always more expensive than you bargain for. I wouldn’t say I’m strong in the patience department, and sometimes it was hard to wait until the right time to start a project; which meant living with the vision burning on you until then. (Instead of feeling happy and excited for friends who are buying fixer uppers, I feel a sense of dread for them now :-0). We had fantastic neighbors surrounding us, who really helped us out with a lot of our new/old home ownership problems, but we also had an “anonymous” neighbor write us a nasty letter about the way we kept our house, including that it was a “mess to look at”. Even though I tried to shrug it off, it really hurt my feelings and some of that pain still remains when I think about how much it set me back from completely investing in this community.
But we did our best with the canvas we had and I think we did a good job. I found a lot of pride in living here and I’m pretty proud of the way it turned out. A little blood, a lot of sweat, and many, many tears later and now it’s time to move on.
Dwell in peace, little schoolhouse, and may your 3-foot-thick brick walls stand for another 120 years.