So here is something random about me: I love pot racks. I don’t really have a good kitchen for them though.. I could..but I’d have to knock out a some walls – and let’s face it – I am not willing to lose a 1/2 bath and a laundry room upstairs for hanging pot rack. So I will look at pictures and love the look of old farm house kitchens with pot racks… and know it just wasn’t meant to be.
I fell in love with my house when we saw it the first time. I didn’t have to look at the bedrooms or the basement, all I had to look at was the kitchen and dining room and family room – and I was IN LOVE! The fact that the master bedroom had a walk in closet and there was plenty of room for Ray and I to both have our own offices (I do not use mine.. Ray will be the first to tell you that) were the icing on the cake that got the hubs as well.
Alex was 10 months old when we moved. He won’t remember the home we brought him too after we left the hospital, or the room that I worked so hard to decorate for him. This makes me so sad to think about – because I also loved that house. There is a lot of blood sweat and tears at that old PV house and Charlie is buried (his ashes are buried) in that back yard. It’s where Ray and I fell in love, it’s the house we made all of our “plans.”
But the current house is pretty darn perfect for us..even though, right at this moment, I have plans to change some rooms – to update some colors – or fix some areas that need to be fixed, it’s still pretty darn perfect.
This summer the Midwest went through a terrible drought. Our perfect house has many cracks inside and out, and I am so very worried that it’s going to cost us our worth, and we won’t be able to stay. I have started looking into basement fixers and mud jackers and foundation repair dudes, and we will weigh our options and fix it, because that’s what you do when you’re a homeowner – but it all scares me and makes me so stressed. It makes the hubs so stressed too, and I hate that. I wish I could take that all from him.
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matt 6:34