it all began with the chickens.
of course it did.
our pretty little girls had begun to free-range. or most accurately, the fence we put up was too short, so the chickens hopped it & proceeded to roam into both neighbors’ yards. excellent for protein, not so sustainable. (obviously.) slightly frantic with this new conundrum, i threw up a word for help.
around the same time, andy, who is a man for houses, began to wander craigslist for opportunity. he does this often. it scares me. when he pulled up a pole barn on a hill for me one morning on zillow, reintroducing (for the gazillionith time) the topic of moving, i threw down my gauntlet.
“IF we were to move, i would need to have maples trees. i would need apple trees. &,” i added, throwing a hail mary, “i would want a water feature for the kids.” i thought the last was a little over the top, but, well. throw it high; throw it long.
the third cog in this bizarre wheel was the sermon series pastor bob started at our church. it was on prayer, which i planned to be bored through. i was not. in fact, i realized how little & how vaguely i speak to Jesus. so, given my new chicken problem, i started to ask specific questions. i started to detail what i wanted. i started to speak frankly.
a smidge later & late one evening, andy discovered a small cabin a few miles from our stead. it had acres. it had a chicken coop. it required far less money than we are paying now. andy almost skipped over it, but something caught in his belly, & he showed it to me anyway. it had apple trees. it had a stream. don’t you tell me God isn’t into details. i’ve got details, friends. (we discovered the maple trees later.)
i said “yes. that’s it.”
but this plan, though well & good, stood on the impossibility of selling our current castle. and you know WE HAVE TRIED. for five years we have been dancing around this fire, waving sticks in the air. we have done our fool-darnedest to move. & then we had come back to contentment.
on a monday night a couple weeks ago, after andy & i finished our nightly netflix episode post-kid-bedtime, he said, “should we re-list the house (on craigslist)?”
what the heck, we thought. one more hail mary.
“yeah,” i said. “let’s do it.”
by mid-afternoon the next day, the man who would soon sign a purchase agreement on this house called to say he was interested. we even liked him. he coached basketball.
so, all this to say, come january’s end, we are moving. we signed the papers this afternoon finalizing the purchase of that wee cabin, just a few miles from here.
& my friends, let me tell you, this will be an adventure.
did i mention it was quite the fixer-upper?
did i say it was half the size of this house?
did i tell you this is our shot at a tiny house for 6?
did i mention i have no qualms about child labor? (wink, wink.)
oh, yes. this will be an adventure.