blank canvas.

​We spent the day at the farmhouse yesterday.

We walked the property a few times and went through the house more than once before we started to do any work.

As I shared a while back, the thought of leaving our current home is bittersweet.  We have so many memories in this home.  It's strange to think of passing the keys over to someone else and moving on with our lives in a new home.  

We are excited and sad and overjoyed and even mourning a little bit.

As we walked the property yesterday, Matthew and I visited about all the things we could do to the outside of the house.  We were planning on new siding and windows right away, but due to the fact that we are wanting to add a second bathroom upstairs and still keeping on the straight and narrow with Dave Ramsey, we might have to put that off for a year or two.

After we discussed the changes we needed to make on the outside of the house, we took his parents through the inside of the house.

This was the first time we had walked through the house since the owners moved out.

It was a blank canvas.

Empty rooms.
Empty cabinets.
Empty closets.

Empty.

Mr. Farmhouse and my dear teaching partner worked to bring the very first load of our belongings in.  We had been filling up an enclosed trailer with stuff ever since we thought we would be closing and moving on June 16th.

While they delivered tubs and boxes, the girls and I worked to scrub the main rooms down.

​We scrubbed the hardwood, wiped down countertops, washed out the cabinets, and cleaned the bathroom.

And then, we looked out the front window and there was the trailer.

Everybody started grabbing boxes and tubs and we filled the living room up.

The men left to go get another load and the kids and I started sorting the tubs into the rooms they will be going into.

Mr. Farmhouse, along with a few of his friends, brought in the Craigslist farmhouse table I had been waiting for and brought a load of outside items.

Our friends left and the five of us shared our first meal at the new table.  

Casey's Pizza.  

​It was spectacular.

Harlee prayed for our new journey in the house and for the pizza and for the appraisal results we are still waiting on.

We stayed until 12:30 this morning, working and painting and enjoying each other.

And when the girls get up, we're gonna go do it all again.

After 11 years in one house, it's kind of difficult to think about filling a different house with everything you own.  

Difficult and exciting and fun.

It's a blank canvas and we are already working to make it our masterpiece.