We are scheduled to close the sale on our house in Virginia at the end of next week. This is good. Mortgage + Rent is hard to swallow. Actually, Mortgage + Rent + Rent is harder, but that was last month.
But I’m sad. I don’t really want to sell our house.
The house I wasn’t sure about, but Wes said the view was worth a million dollars.
The house where I used to get up early to sit on the deck and soak up the sunrise.
The house where we went from a family of 3 to a family of 4.
The house where Wes built us a chicken coop and we started our own flock.
The house where I worked the garden soil two summers in the hope of a better year next year.
The house where we could walk around in the adjoining woods and fields and pick wild berries.
The house that was a short drive away from dear friends.
The house that we finally felt was worth projects and repairs.
The house where I felt buried alive by housework and trapped in the kitchen.
The house we opened to friends, family, and even strangers as a gathering place and safe landing spot.
The house next door to an amazing couple who showed us how to live out Faith in a real and tangible way.
The house that I grew to love – even its quirky 70’s style.
The house where I stood in the dining room, grabbed my husbands hands, and looked into his eyes and said, “I will go with you wherever you are called to go. Again.”
I will miss it. And I think back to the story of the little girl whose father asked her for her fake plastic necklace – when she finally relinquished it to him, he gave her a real pearl necklace in its place. I want those real pearls, but my circumstances right now are telling me that I won’t have them. I feel like we gave up everything that was sure and solid for …..? I suppose we’ll have to wait and see.