I’ve been a bit of an absentee blogger this summer. I have many things I hope to blog about soon, but have to wait until the projects are further along. And this whole trying to sell our condo thing has seriously taken over our summer. I haven’t been home much (trying to keep the apartment clean and available for showings). Not to mention I’ve had some serious internal debate over whether or not I want to continue blogging (that introspective post will come later, though. Boy, aren’t you excited.)
But here’s why I’ve decided to keep blogging - at least a little bit, for a little while: it’s actually happening. This thing - all of this house dreaming - is actually coming to fruition slowly, one step at a time. And I figure I’ve pined and whined and promised and prayed and planned about it for long enough, I should stick with it and take you on that ride with me to see it to the finish(ish. Finish-ish. Is a house ever really totally done?)
Today was one giant step for the Taylor family.
The surveyor came and marked out the land for subdivision. Step 1 in getting our farmhouse.
(You see him? He’s the little neon yellow guy beside the white truck.)
On this muggy, sunny August day we walked around in the middle of a grassy field (dodging cow pies) and wondering approximately where our front door would be. Where the trees would be planted. What it would all look like when a house was there. Our house.
(The view from my future veranda)
It was pretty awesome.
(Can you picture it? I can…)