Home.
11 months ago was the beginning of a whole new life for us. We sold everything, packed one suitcase each, and started driving North.
Destination: a better life.
When we arrived in Richmond, VA 23 hours later, we had no place to call home. We settled into a hotel room a few square feet shy of our shoebox apartment in Florida and we waited…
One the 11th day, this house became our home. “The Mansion,” we called it. “Our Castle,” we call it now. It’s a house we never dreamed of in our “old life.” It’s a house we never wanted to lose, or leave. But… isn’t that just the way?
And so here we are, the 60 day count down has begun. The rightful owners have come to reclaim the fortress, and we must vacate our rented kingdom. But where do we go?!
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I don’t know, because I screwed everything up for us…
Wait, what? Hear me out.
In the past month that I have been looking at houses we have seen things that were double the size of our old apartment, but much much smaller than this house. At first, I would turn up my nose, “too small,” and walk away. Now that we are in crunch time, I feel ashamed. I think back to the 900 square feet we called home for 6 years and wonder, “if we had moved from that into 1800 feet when we first moved here, wouldn’t I have been so grateful?” How could I forget how blessed we were to have anything, let alone double what we used to have?!
But now that we are faced with moving… I don’t WANT to settle! I want my big house! I want my big fenced yard! I want! I want! I know… I know…
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So here is the question: Do I keep pushing the limits of time and patience holding out for a miracle like we found 11 months ago, or do I settle for something much smaller, being grateful for the security of knowing we won’t be out on the street in 60 days?
My mother says, “God is never early, and God is never late.” What do you say?