{Self-portrait early March 2010 in our kitchen}
A little less than a year ago we moved into our little rental cottage. We have seriously loved our time in this sweet home so much! After living out in the country for almost two years in a basement apartment, it has been such a treat to live in town in such a cozy, beautiful house. Every single time we come home and walk through our front door, Erik and I always turn to each other and say, "Our house is so cute!"
Lately though, our little cottage has seemed awfully squished. The cute factor can only go so far and the past couple of months we have begun to feel more and more restless and unorganized. The house is about 1000 square feet, but we really only use about 650-700 square feet of it and well, for a family of four, that is not very much. I want to say that I love small house living and simplifying my life and and only having the bare essentials, etc. etc., but lately it has gone beyond simple living and has really become lack of functioning. That coupled with the fact that the kids' bedroom never gets played in because it is in the basement and is just, well, very basement-ish. We have really really been wanting them to have a cozy bedroom that they love, that is also on the same floor as us.
So we talked of what to do. What could we do to make our space work for us better? None of these talks were very serious though. Both Erik and I assumed we would make do in the cottage for at least another year or two.
Then Easter Sunday everything changed. On the way home from Erik's parents house, the kids fell asleep in the car and we decided to drive around and look at houses that were for sale in our area. Not seriously considering buying, more just for fun. But as we drove and talked, things just kind of fell into place. We came home and started casually looking online at houses, still trying on the idea for size. We have been married almost ten years and it has never ever felt like the right time to buy a house. Ever. But literally all of a sudden, out of the blue, it was. It was the perfect time. We felt it so deeply.
Over the next couple of days we started slowly looking at homes. We picked a couple out online that looked interesting and set up an appointment with some agents to go take a peek. We did the walk-throughs, but did not find "the one". Over the weekend, we met with the agents again and looked at about eight more houses. None were right. I prayed and prayed and still felt like this was the time to look and that God would lead us to the right house. I asked God to make it really really sure to me when we found the right one; that there would not be any doubts.
Location was one of our top priorities in looking for a house. There were two main areas in our town that we were focusing our attention on: the park area where we live right now, and the southern end of town where many dear friends live. The problem we kept running into though was that most of the homes in those areas were simply out of our price-range, unless we wanted to buy a major fixer-upper, which we just don't feel ready for. But still we kept on looking.
In the mean time though, our agents kept on sending us listings to look at in other more affordable areas of town. And I was honestly getting really annoyed! I was dead-set on not compromising on location. Then two and a half weeks ago, they sent me a listing that stopped me in my tracks. It was in the area of town that I didn't want to live (not a bad or dangerous neighborhood, just not where I thought I wanted to be), but looking at the photos online, I just knew it my heart that it was our house.
I prayed hard all the way to go see the house. That if that neighborhood was where God wanted us that I would obey. That I would trust Him to know what is best for us. I walked into the house and unlike any of the other houses I had looked at, I immediately could picture our life there. Hardwood floors- check. Fenced in backyard with a door off the kitchen- check. Three bedrooms on the main floor- check. Vintage charm- check. Plus other wonderful things that I was not expecting to find in our first home- carpeted family room in the basement, the perfect little room to use for homeschooling, built-ins, a two-car garage...
I went home and could not stop thinking about it. Dreaming about it. When Erik got home from work, I told him all about it- he had missed the showing because he couldn't leave work. He was immediately frustrated because it was compromising location, which like I said, was of immense importance to us. I drew out a floor-plan (a horrible, not to scale at all floor-plan) of how amazing and perfect the layout of the house was for our family. I talked on and on and on. And he kept on saying, "I can't believe you are willing to give up location. I just can't believe it." Finally, I said, "You just have to see it." And left it at that, knowing in my heart that if it was God's home for us (like I believed it was), that the Lord would make it clear to Erik as well.
The next day we took Erik to see the house. The dear little 50s rancher/rambler of a house. I was already in love. Hard. We walked through it together, me watching him intently to see what he thought. All he said, over and over again, was, " I can see why you love this house." But then when he had to leave to go back to work, he left me hanging with, "We'll talk tonight when I get home."
And the rest is history! Erik fell in love with the house too; there was never any question. It is really all so surprising how the whole thing has fallen into place. Erik and I are seriously two of the most indecisive people ever. We take forever to pick out ice-cream in the grocery store. On dates we almost always go to the same restaurant and order exactly the same thing so that we will not be stalled by foreign menus. In the past, we have taken weeks to decide on apartments to rent, visiting them numerous times before applying. Yet this house was different. We knew and we didn't go back and forth and around and around over-analyzing it. We make a decision and stuck with it. Which is so so out of character for us! But shows me so clearly that we are doing the right thing.
So we put in an offer. Kind of a crazy offer, actually. We offered full-price, but asked for a lot in return. A brand-new roof in our pick of color, all closing-costs paid by the seller, and all appliances to stay (washer, dryer, stove, + fridge). When we put it in, I thought, 'there is no way that they will agree to all this'. And them paying closing-costs was a non-negotiable for us. And in a huge, huge, huge confirmation + answer to prayer, they agreed to all of it!
So, my dear friends, all this to say...
* house-hunting and buying is why I have been majorly MIA in blogland, email-land, and facebook-land lately- it really is a full-time job!
* God is so so very good! I have been seriously overwhelmed by His goodness, provision, and the amazing way He surprises us and rearranges our plans for our lives.
* I can't believe we are almost home-owners! So crazy. Seriously crazy and unexpected!
* I miss you all terribly. For reals.
We close on May 24th, and I promise to share pictures on May 25th! In between now and then, I hope to be blogging a little bit more, but we'll see with all the craziness that packing with two little ones brings...
Until then, please keep us in your prayers- that everything with the house will go through and be processed quickly, and that packing up our life in this sweet home would go well and that I wouldn't go too crazy in the midst of it all! I appreciate your prayers so much.
xo






















