Packing boxes, finagling money between bank accounts, signing lots and lots of papers. Selling one house on the same day you buy another is overwhelming.
We got a lot of help from our mamas and our friends that day!
One year in and we've made slow and steady progress on turning this house into a home. It certainly lacks the charm of our historical house and we miss that greatly. But you cannot put a price on safety and peace of mind.
No amount of renovations were going to change the location of 1114. With a liquor store and tattoo parlor being opened around the corner, we knew it was time to go.
{not that I don't love a good drink or arm tat, but not so much the riff-raff that trickled through my yard to get there}
Did I tell you that people hid their clothes in our bushes and used our porch as a bed one weekend when we were gone? Or that one morning {when Lofton still worked in Columbus} a man met Reese and I at the end of our driveway wanting money and a light for his cigarette?
Peace of mind is worth more than anything for this family. I love that Reese can play outside in a quiet neighborhood, full of kids not speeding cars. He loves the little girls next door so much.
And though this house has its own set of issues, we are tackling them one at a time, just as we did to our old house. This a marathon, not a sprint.
Happy one year, 1108!
1 comment:
"Not that I don't love a good drink or arm tat..."
You make me laugh, CEB. Happy one year to your lovely house. xoxo
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