Moving to a wide-open space to call home been one of those one-day dreams for when circumstances seemed right, the land was located in the right place, and the house suited our needs and wants.
Well, one day happened.
In June, we moved 8.3 miles away onto 33 acres. Around here, we call that moving to the country. Now I run errands in town.
Our house is all on one level, which I love. The kitchen is many times bigger and brighter and the open layout of the living, dining room fits our lifestyle, and the laundry room is bigger but still close to the kitchen. There are windows with views, wide open spaces to roam, and woods and creeks to explore.
Months before we moved in, I stood on the front porch looking out to where my boy could run free, where my husband could let his dreams take root, and where we could all five adventure together, I knew the dream had changed.
Dreams can change, you know. {Tweet that.}
I say that because I’ve been hesitant to believe that.
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