I shared a little peek into our short lived house hunting adventures on the blog but I figured it was time to share the outcome of the hunt… After a full day viewing five new homes, we went home in love with one. We kept talking about it, thinking of the options, choosing finishes, and getting excited… well, it sold. It sold the next day, right out of our grasp and it was enough to make us realize that maybe we weren’t ready to keep the hunting experience going if it was going to end like this. We halted our house expedition and took a little time off to really decide what we felt was right for where we are at in our lives…

We talked a lot about our jobs, about this community, about our families, about our future and realized that no matter what, we won’t be forever stuck. We have already lived here for two years and have built our lives, marriage , and business in this little farm town. We have friends, we know people, we have community, and we didn’t really expect to have that here. A few weeks of forgetting about the house hunting left us a little more refreshed and ready to potentially continue when we felt the time was right. A message appeared in Drew’s inbox from our realtor that said, “I just walked through your future home, I wanted to put up a sign on the porch that said your name… it’s yours.” I thought it was a hoax, an attempt to get us back in hunting mode and to go see more homes. He was serious… 

We drove up the street and me being the calculated risk taker I am was filled with apprehension. As we walked on the beautiful hard wood floors, saw the vaulted ceiling, the gorgeous countertops, and all of the windows – I was in awe. This was what we had envisioned, this is our wish list in the form of a home. Enough space for a dedicated office with a full closet to house my gear, a beautiful view to watch sunsets without neighbors nearby, a cute little porch perfect for a bench and some landscaping… Oh, our heads were spinning but we were still “just looking.” We exchanged glances from across the room, both holding tight to our pact to not get over excited. We talking about where we would position the couch and how we would use each room….  

In the weeks that followed my sweet dad drove the six hour trek to come look with us. We wanted an experts opinion and someone to ask the questions that we would likely forget as new homeowners. My dad inspected the foundation, the wiring, the workmanship and knew it was a gem of a home. Not even 3 years old, it was hard to find a fault in it! As we went through the daunting process of writing an offer, determining price, and figuring out if this was “it.” It all happened quickly, I found myself driving the extra mile to drive past it. Each time falling a little more in love with the idea of us having our lives there. 

The boxes are starting to get packed and numerous trips to Goodwill have happened in our attempts to declutter. We are picking out paint colors and dreaming up decor. It is finally becoming a reality that soon, we will have our first space of our own. As we continue with the fun, our fingers are staying crossed! I am so thankful for the support and excitement over this big move for us. We are planting temporary roots in our tiny town and are happy to have more space for the pups to run, an office with a door that will close at the end of the day, and walls of possibility for us to finally make something feel like ours. 

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