I want to share a quick story that might answer a few questions about why we would leave our beautiful, all brick, almost new home in a great neighborhood. To understand this story, though, I want to share a little bit about our past. I also need to explain a “stirring” inside me that’s been brewing for a few years now. This stirring is all about creating less of life and more of living.
When Michael and I married 12 years ago (has it really been that long?) we purchased our “starter” home in a quaint “builder grade” neighborhood. We were on a five year plan. You know what I mean, the typical American dream. We would live in this home, maybe bring a child into it, outgrow it, and move on to bigger and better things.
This was exactly how it happened. We lived there about six years before our son was born. As most of you know, as he grew, his things grew with him and we started to feel the need for something bigger.
You can probably guess where this story is going.
We listed that home, sold it, and moved in to my mother and father in laws home (temporarily) while we searched for bigger and better things.
It took a little while, or more than a while (over a year), to find the home we planned on raising our children in. We did find it though, and we were overjoyed because it was a foreclosure (In other words, in our budget!!) in one of the best neighborhoods AND it had a whopping 5 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, a dining room and a large office. We thought we had hit the jackpot, and we had.
The bigger the better, right?
I had a checklist of all the things I wanted in a new home, and this home checked most of the boxes. Although I didn’t love all the basic finishes of the home, the space was more than we thought we would ever have!
Fast forward to six months later……
I’m still loving the home and all the space, but I’m starting to realize that the more space you have the more junk you accumulate.
And as ironic as it is being a vintage/junk lover, I HATE clutter.
Somehow during this time my desires for my home started to change.
I realized that having more square footage wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
Personally, the more space I have, the more disorganized I become. Can anyone relate?
As an outlet from my new stay-at-home mom job, I started my blog. I needed to create something for me, my creativity, and a distraction from my colicky baby!
I started updating our home on pennies, with thrift store finds and gallons of paint (without my income, it’s all we could do).
I developed a love for flipping furniture.
I was so excited to finally turn our “basic builder grade” home into more of a modern farmhouse style. I was loving the new touches I could create, all the while doing it on a strict budget!
Even though I loved how our home was evolving, something about it still didn’t seem like “home” to me.
Our home sits on a busy road, with no trees and lots of cut through traffic. Even if I could change every square inch on the inside, I still couldn’t change the location or the style of the home (modern builder grade).
I longed for a more “cottage style” home with lots of trees and more privacy.
That’s when fate happened. LOL, not really fate, but God put me in the right place at the right time I believe.
I’ll spare all the details, but on one of my afternoon rides (the only way my youngest will sleep) I drove by a home that was clearly being flipped.
Something about this home drew me to it. I’m not going to say I fell in love with the outside, and it’s clearly been added on to and added on to, but something about it felt right.
The lot was shaded with mature trees and I was intrigued by the layout. Long story short, I called on the sign and within a week we met the “flippers” wife, a realtor, and saw the inside. Just a few short weeks later we listed ours and put a contract on this one.
I won’t say it’s our “dream house” (pretty close though), but it sure felt right and I felt like it was made for us.
Let’s get back to my point:
Less of life, more of living
With our 3100 square foot builder grade home, it was everything I thought I ever wanted. Five bedrooms, an office, a dining room, it was a dream right?
My desires have moved from a “the bigger the better” mentality to more of a “less is more” mentality.
I don’t need five bedrooms with just 2 kids. I don’t need an extra dining room (we only used it 3 times in 3 years). And with 5 bedrooms why would I need an office? LOL. Also, I’ve learned that the kids “Playroom” really should be called the disaster room because it looks like a tornado went through on a daily basis.
We’re getting back to the basics with our new home.
It has a private yard that the kids can safely play in. It has a large family room because that’s where we spend the majority of our time. It has ample space for toys, but not an entire room that momma has to clean non stop.
More than anything, it feels like us.
So here we go on a new adventure in a new home. Want to see a sneak peak of the inside?
Thanks for following along this journey. I can’t wait to share more pics and more projects.
Stay tuned for more exciting news from our vintage beach cottage.