We moved this summer! I gather most of you know that already as I would guess I know just about everyone who reads my blog in real life anyway but I thought I would share the story of how we came to be where we are now so I could have it here as a keepsake.
After selling our previous house in the span of three days we had to make some decisions quickly about our priorities. We spent the last few years entertaining the idea of buying some land and starting a small hobby farm but when the time came there was nothing on the market that was the right fit. The properties were either too expensive, too far gone in the repairs department, or too small for the needs of our family. After seeing what was on offer we had to decide whether we would rent for six months and hope something better turned up or broaden our scope to include properties in the small town we were looking to buy near. Having waited so long to move forward as a family we discerned it best to be open to what else God might have in store for us and we booked a day to view several houses back to back, all within the town of Windsor.
I knew within minutes of walking into the first house on our viewing tour that it was the house for us. There were several nods to Bens New Zealand culture with travel books all throughout the house as well as ferns planted in the front and backyard of the house. Then there was the beautiful antique spinning wheel in front of the brick fireplace and the framed print of Anne of Green Gables that put my heart in my throat. There were several sets of the Anne books in the house as well as the Harry Potter series. The woman who lived there was a spinner as well as a knitter. The property had gorgeous apple trees surrounding the yard as well as lavender and irises and sweet peas. This home, this haven, was everything I wanted my life to be about. Books and hearth and adventure. A place to grow and make and be inspired. There were established trees and woods for our children to roam in. It reached the place inside of me that was so desperate to be established, rooted, contented.
We went on to view other properties that day but nothing compared to the first one. Not even by a long shot so we made plans to put an offer in and we went home and waited. After that it all went fairly smoothly and we began packing. I wouldn’t consider myself a sentimental person so I wasted no time. Our dining room became the box room so that we could still use the rest of the house quite functionally minus the one wall stacked high with boxes.
We moved in mid July and walked to the library to introduce ourselves and get new cards before we unpacked a single box. Then once the house was unpacked we walked to the town pool and registered the kids for a month of swimming lessons and that became our daily routine for the month of August. It was a lifeline for us when everything still felt so unfamiliar and strange.
As we enter into the Autumn months I am relishing the familiarity of the season. Apple picking, pumpkin baking, hand turkey drawing, and lighting candles as the days grow shorter. No matter where we live I know these things in the fiber of my being. So I say yes to a good slow start to the school year as we learn the names of our neighbours and walk into town daily to check the mail and maybe say hi to our friend, Peter, at the library on our way back.
We are finally home and it feels so good.