Story time. (Interspersed with the latest photos of our house.)
Back when the Hubs and I met, we lived 750 miles apart in two different states. 9 years and 48 weeks ago, we got married and lived in a third state.
Just 4 months after getting married, he was offered a job that seemed to good to be true, 950 miles away in another direction. He was to start in 3 weeks.
So in 3 weeks, we packed up everything we owned and moved into a hotel in a place we had never even visited before. It was awesome. We found the cutest little duplex to rent in the quietest little town in a state that we still adore. Even though we moved away from that state over 8 years ago, it still feels like home to us.
We loved the adventure of packing up and moving, and we did it three more times, to two more states. Then when the Hubs’ job looked like it was going to be long-term, we decided to buy a house. We really wanted something we could totally make over and make our own.
We fell in love with our little Victorian and even though we didn’t think it would need much making-over, we promptly began remodeling the whole thing.
We never thought it would be our forever home, and frankly, we never wanted it to be. Nothing against the house, we just weren’t ready for our adventures to end. A couple years ago, we started getting restless again and wanted to try a new state, make more new friends, see more new places, but the right opportunity never came up.
The Hubs was offered a new job–the best yet–last week. It is 850 miles away, back in the state he is from, and very close to where we got married. And he’s starting in 3 weeks. Our realtor said we should be prepared for it to take quite a while for our little home to sell since it’s a very unique house. It isn’t even officially on the market yet, but we just had our first showing a few hours ago, and it’s actually looking quite promising. They seemed to love the house just like we do. We’ll see in the coming days!
Either way, on the day after our 10th anniversary, 4 weeks from now, we will be moving into our new house. Yes, we already have the new one picked out, and we’re working out the details. It’s not little, and it’s not a Victorian, but the blog will remain, and we’ll soon be sharing an all new makeover with you.
It will be hard, and I will cry, but we can’t wait for the next adventure. Thank you for being here with us and our Little Victorian, hope you’ll be coming along with us to the big craftsman as well!