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Sword Fighting, Dancing and Mountain Biking

March 18, 2013

“Action expresses priorities.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

It is decidedly not a farm. But it is next to a farm. And if all goes according to plan, it will be ours by mid-May, just in time for summer.

We’ve been talking about moving out of the city for a few years now. My husband and I dreamed of a farm – space, privacy, and a bigger patch of earth that was all our own. We kept procrastinating, as the diagnoses piled up and medical drama continued. And while new concerns are always cropping up, for the most part, the storms have quieted, and so we are setting out on a new adventure.

We made an offer on a house that is a compromise between what we wanted and what we need. The sellers accepted our offer and we are, as of today, officially “under contract.” It is two acres instead of twenty, but it is still much more spacious than our cramped little house in the city. It is less for me to mow when Daddy is away on trips. It is more forest for the kids to explore. It is in a phenomenal school district that I am told treats its special needs students like gold, which will matter even more when Troy and Joyce reach high school, since our beloved little Catholic school only goes up to eighth grade. The house has four big bedrooms, which means Troy and Joyce will no longer be sharing a room, and they will no longer be sharing a wall with Mary while she stims all night, banging her head against the wall and giggling herself to sleep. It is a beautiful home with the front porch I so wanted, and the extra detached garage Daddy so needed for all his hobbies. It is close to the state park where we spend most of our free time. It even has a fireplace for Santa Claus, so he will no longer need to push that magic button on his sleigh that makes a fireplace appear as a temporary entrance in our current little house. (This was a priority for the kids.)It is a shorter, more practical drive to our schools in the city, and to the hospital than the farms we had considered. Besides, if the kids really want to shear sheep or drive a combine, I’m sure they can help out the neighbor.

It is less time in the car and less yard work, which translates to just a little more time for sword fighting, dancing, and mountain biking. And isn’t that kinda the whole point?


I said I wanna touch the earth I wanna break it in my hands
I wanna grow something wild and unruly
I wanna sleep on the hard ground in the comfort of your arms
On a pillow of blue bonnets in a blanket made of stars
~Dixie Chicks, Cowboy

2 Comments leave one →
  1. Life&Ink permalink
    March 19, 2013 2:53 pm

    YAY!!!!! A front porch, oh how I love front porches (hum, maybe I could add one to the house… no, not another project, not yet at least…) you gotta get a porch swing, or a glider like the one my grandparents had on the porch on their, of all things, farm house! Oh what fun this will be! A new house, a huge yard, and an even bigger adventure done together as a family. Best of luck Erin!!!! And have FUN!!!! 🙂

    • March 19, 2013 7:52 pm

      I’ve already started lobbying my husband for the swing and some rocking chairs! I’ve always wanted the front porch, and right now I give directions to our house as, it’s the little one, on the right… The only one on the street without a front porch! Finally. 🙂

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