The end, the middle, and the beginning

So here we are. Moving week. It’s been a bit emotional to be sure. I’m not a particularly sentimental person – at least not about things, like a house – but moving to a new home feels a lot like ending one chapter of your life and starting another. And it’s hard not to stop and reflect on who you were, who you are, and who you’ve become during that time. Because of the nature of our renovation, this move is a little more messy than our past moves have been. We’re not just moving from one home to the next. We needed to sell the Craftsman in order to have the cash we needed for our down payment on the construction loan for the Off Center Revival. But the Off Center Revival isn’t livable…it isn’t even close to livable.  So, in the meantime, we’ll be setting up house in a rental on Locust. Just around the corner from the Craftsman and just a few blocks away from the Revival. So our transition has a cast of 3 characters…

The 100-year-old Craftsman


We love this house. We adore this house. And it’s terribly difficult to leave. This is the place where Joe and I often say that our “real life” began. It was one of the biggest, and riskiest, decisions we’ve ever made. A couple of twenty-somethings with a new baby, we wanted our son (and his future siblings) to experience the small-town upbringing we had. Joe had come to the realization that he could be a big-city lawyer and he could be the daddy he wanted to be, but he couldn’t do both. And I was just finishing my PhD, and honestly had no idea what that really meant for me (other than there was no work for PhD physical therapists in Lathrop, so I’d have to commute). We had never owned a house and had never even painted a room on our own. So buying a fixer-upper seemed like a fun challenge, and a great adventure for us. We had a blog that chronicled the big changes we made our first months there. We grew up a lot in that house, and learned that life doesn’t go as planned (the most read post on that house blog was the one where I wrote about the death of our daughter). It’s the only home our boys have ever known and, when we bought it, we truly thought it would be our forever home. It’s where the story of our family began. Although we are so ready for this transition, we are sad to see that part of our story end this week.

The rental on Locust


The beginning of the Revival and the end of the Craftsman means we need a middle place. Enter the rental on Locust. It’s not fancy, and it’s not big (in fact, I’m pretty sure it’s smaller than the Craftsman’s garage). But in a strange way, I’m sort of looking forward to a short period of downsizing and simplifying…and the opportunity to show our boys that home is wherever we make it.

The Off Center Revival


This is where the fun really begins. We’re set to close this Thursday, and hope to have work start in the next week or two. We’ve been talking about this renovation for so long it’s starting to feel like we’ll never get started. So it’s exciting to think that – in the next couple of weeks – we will finally get to see our plans on paper start to come to life. This will be the house where we raise our family. Another big adventure in life, but this time we get to see it through the eyes of our boys.

Each of these homes – and the events of this week – mark the beginning, middle, and end for all of us…just not necessarily in that order.

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