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…)