Has anyone ever noticed that the word awkward is awkward itself? Like the spelling, it just looks....awkward.
Anyway, that's not the point of this post. I'm just delaying talking about it. The point is...we're moving.
And that's awkward because, HELLO?! The name of my blog is FIRST Home Dreams. We were bound and determined to make this house ours, to turn it into our forever home. But...I fell out of love with it. I can't help seeing what it's not, and what it never will be. It makes me sad that I want more out of our little old brick house than it can give us, and the thought of leaving it makes me sad, too. Leaving means it won't be ours anymore. At least we only have two years of memories here, instead of five, ten, fifteen, a lifetime.
I also sort of feel like we've failed. We had so many dreams for this house that will never come to be. Realizing that I can't live in a gut job of a house without completely losing my sanity was hard. I thought I could, but I just can't. At least not when the plan was to take a decade or more to make it better. But I suppose that's okay. Dreams change, right?
The new house though? Ooooh, the new house. It's the definition of my dream home. Brick, built in 1907, stained glass windows, a back staircase, a second floor balcony, and the very best part?
It's on a farm. With farm buildings. Hi there, childhood dreams.
I suppose you're probably itching for some pictures. And as soon as I can share some, I will. But...you might be waiting for awhile. We probably aren't moving until spring/early summer, and I'd like to protect the privacy of the current owners.
Now that that's out in the open, please start suggesting new blog names, ha!
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