|“The Father of The Bride House”–Talk about a dream house! (Just to be clear, this was not the house we tried to buy 🙂|
As some of you know, in July, we packed up our little tree house in Charlottesville and headed to Virginia Beach. At the time, we didn’t know where we were going to live, so we left pretty much everything in storage in Charlottesville and have been living in my parent’s beach house since then.
We then began our search for a house–after years of renting, we were ready to buy! We found an great house that was truly beyond anything we could have imagined or expected; a beautiful home that we could grow into for years to come. Eventually, to our shock and delight, the sellers accepted our offer and we went forward with a contract.
At long last, a home of our very own was within reach! I couldn’t wait to unpack all our boxes and settle in. After three months of temporary housing, we would be home.
I pictured unpacking Little B’s nursery and setting up all his toys. I envisioned our first family Christmas and decorating a Christmas tree in our living room, with a fire in the fireplace, and Christmas music playing in the background. I even saw myself a few years down the road, making dinner in the kitchen and looking out the window, while Little B played outside in the back yard.
We almost had a house of our very own and were scheduled to close on it tomorrow, until we didn’t…Two weeks ago, the contract ended up falling through. It’s one of those things, where I know what happened was the right thing, but it still doesn’t mean we aren’t disappointed.
So here we are, back to the drawing board. And back to learning a lesson that God has been teaching me throughout my twenties: no matter where you are in life, when you’re with God, You. Are. Home.
Homes, whether purchased or rented, are wonderful things and can provide a shelter, a place of belonging, and a place to make your own and just be. But if I think owning my very own house is going to make me feel eternally settled, secure, and covered, I’m seriously mistaken.
Eventually, I know we’re going to find a place to live; I’m not worried. Whether we buy or rent, at some point in time, we will be able to unpack our boxes. Selfishly, I hope it’s sooner than later, because at the moment, I mainly have summer clothes with me, but I guess it’s just an excuse to go shopping!
In seven years, I’ve lived in three cities and moved seven times. Through all that moving, it’s easy to feel unsettled, especially now when we don’t even have our stuff with us and we can’t even picture where we’re headed next. But stuff is just stuff…even without my swivel rocker chairs, my fancy kitchen knives, and the majority of my wardrobe, I’m continuing to learn that we can still be home.
A verse that I quote all the time on Long to Love, and one that has guided me through the past five years or so is this: