We've moved nine times in less than seven years.
I used to love it. I would just start to get annoyed by one particular thing in our home, and then find out shortly after that we were moving. It worked. It was like a brand new canvas, erasing all the quirks of the previous house and giving me a clean slate to work with.
But then one day two years ago, I wasn't excited any more. I wanted a home. I wanted to be able to enjoy a place without the next move looming over me.
At the same time, I didn't know how to do that. Our entire marriage consisted of one move after another. We had never "settled in" or painted or made a place our own. It was scary.
Right around this time, my Abba whispered to me that it was time to put down roots. A part of me wanted that security of a home, but another part of me didn't want it...I wanted to go back to the security of Georgia and the people we love. It was a struggle, but we knew this was where God wanted us.
Then we bought a house. Pretty permanent, right? Even still, I found myself thinking about the next move in the back of my mind. When would it be? How settled should I get? They were natural questions when we'd barely lived in any home for more than a year (the longest was 15 months).
Today marks 14.5 months in our home--our place to just be. I'm still figuring out this whole "settling in" 'thing', but I am really enjoying getting to take this blank ol' canvas and make it something we truly love.
A little addition to our front porch. :) More changes coming eventually!
Living Room Before...
Living Room After (pre-curtains and decor)
Dining Room Before
There's been a whole lot of transforming going on around here, and not just in paint and fixtures. I'm changing too. I'm learning how to be "settled"--how to make this place my home.
And I've discovered that there's beauty in putting down roots.