I hope you have had a wonderful weekend.
This weekend has been a busy one for us around the house... we're almost finished with our upstairs and I can't wait to share it with you. Then my husband ripped out our previous styrofoam ceiling in the living room and we put up some plank panels. In the meantime I thought I'd share a few photos of our little town and the story of how we ended up here.
I'll never forget the first time we drove down this road. It seems so long ago... we were living in the city and my parents lived across the country. They were visiting and we went out driving, looking for fun at property for sale that my parents could possibly purchase for retirement years. We ended up on the outskirts of this little town and found the perfect acreage for sale.
I know my husband and I never imagined we would end up here, but I do know I was absolutely charmed by this little old fashioned town and gaped at all the farmhouses as we drove by.
That was seven years ago. We didn't have any kids, my family all lived hundreds of miles away, we had different jobs, in different stages of life... How life changes.
The first time we drove by what would now be our house (a glimpse above), it was for sale. I thought it was cute but a little small. Little did I know (smile)!
As it happened, my parents ended up buying the land that was for sale. Two and a half years ago, on a brief visit to make sure all was well with their land, we saw this house was on the market again. On a whim we scheduled an appointment for a viewing and it was love at first sight. The only way I can describe the feeling as I walked in the front door, was that it was home.
We hoped but doubted that it would work out. But we prayed about it and decided to put our house up for sale. The day before we put it on the market, it sold.
I love all the old houses here... they are so southern with their front porches. They range in age... ours is 80 years old and I think the oldest is 130 years old. A few are no longer lived in, but are still well maintained.
This is our neighbor's house... a Sears home that came in parts on the old railroad years ago. The stone fence is even older than this home... the original home burned down.
There are a few barns around, some old and some new.
Green grass, corn stalks, hay bales, cows grazing... these are all familiar sights here in the summer.
I told you about this old church a while back. This is our neighbor on the other side... this church was established back in 1876. You can see a glimpse of our house in between the church and the church home.
There's also an old railroad station down the road. At one time this was a booming town! Unfortunately the station isn't maintained and believe me, it is full of treasures. (I actually called the owner a couple months ago to see if he would sell me some of the treasures inside... I'll let you know if he ever does!)
And just a mile down the road is my parents land and their beautiful hilltop home they are in the process of building. It truly is a blessing to have them nearby... they have been here for over a year now.
Thanks for reading along. I didn't intend to share so much, but I've had a thankful heart this weekend and I couldn't help but reminisce as I uploaded these photos. Life has not been perfect, as no life is, but there is always much to be thankful for. Our little house in the country has been a haven for us (my husband likes to call it a headache but I know he says that lovingly) and we're grateful to call this town home.