I’m curled up on the sofa this early morning. Amazingly enough, I actually awoke before my man! That only happens on rare occasions. Like when I’m ready for bed by 7:30pm because I’m exhausted from working in the snow all day. I knew he needed sleep, so I tiptoed out of the room and came to write you from the lamplight of our living room.
It’s the last time I’ll ever do so from this place.
Our home is particularly messy at this point. Packing boxes are pushed into corners. Some are filled, some are empty and some are torn open, looking just like they did when they gave way. Ugh!
Wet clothes are hanging over various chairs, drying after yesterday’s work. My kitchen cupboards are empty. The bathroom vanity has been cleared out. Bedroom drawers are free of clothes. And my pantry doesn’t exist any longer. The cold room has been emptied of canning jars and the basement has been cleared of my man’s tools.
We’re leaving.
It’s no longer a dream. Our dream has become a reality. Saying “yes” to it means saying “goodbye” to something else. Namely, our current home.
People are asking if I’m sad to leave this place? If I’ll cry as we go?
I can honestly say I haven’t yet felt a hint of sadness. That could be because it hasn’t really sunk in yet. At the same time, we’ve always known this place wasn’t going to be a long term living situation. In that sense, it’s never really felt like our home.
And actually, I do get a choked throat when I think of the people behind this rental situation. It was generous hearts that allowed us to save like we did! They gave us affordable rent, a large garden space and even allowed us to raise meat animals on their land. We couldn’t have reached our goals so quickly without their open heartedness.
We’re incredibly grateful!
I’ll likely have a frog in my throat when we go, thinking of them and their generosity toward us.
But I’m also excited. I’m eager to embrace what’s before us, even if it’s currently an 8×12 power shed with a single-sloped roof and four walls sided with tar paper. Did I mention the interior is beautifully finished with Nova-Seal house wrap and the place is without indoor plumbing?
Beggars can’t be choosers! And the real house will be finished by spring.
We’re simple, my man and I. And I’m looking forward to living in a tiny space. I’ll be able to rest after a period of working harder than is healthy. There will be time to sit and be still. To tackle writing in the way I’ve been wanting to. I’m planning to nap whenever I feel like it. To sit and read while sipping hot tea, until frequent trips to the cold outhouse put a damper on it!
We’re headed into a new season of life and I’m eager to embrace the change. Particularly if it involves more rest!
For now, we keep shuffling boxes. We keep wrapping up loose ends. And today, we’re moving our heritage turkeys up to the property. I think that will make it sink in a wee bit more.
My man is up and it’s time to get moving. These days are full and a gal can’t waste time, sitting around. Wish us luck as we take this next step!
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