our house on the prairie

While I was away on Friday driving back and forth to pick up Andrew from that film camp, I got a text message from my husband that said this: “I’m taking down the fence.” What fence? I responded in my mind, but not with my fingers. Surely, he doesn’t mean the six-foot fence that surrounds…

When we were considering where to move earlier this year and we would mention the name of our new town, we would often get the same response: “People there are so nice.” “Really?” we would ask ourselves. How could it be possible that people living in a slightly smaller town, just 12 miles away could…

One of the things we were most excited about when we moved to our new house was the back yard. It was larger than the yard at our old house with a peaceful view of a 67-acre prairie right behind us. And we had trees. Lots and lots of trees. For anyone who lives in…

Each morning for the past five days, my husband and I have sat out on the deck of our new home, and repeated nearly the same words. “We did it!” It’s really hard to believe. We have talked for years about moving. But the idea of getting our house ready to sell. Listing it. Showing…

It’s official. As of a few hours ago, the sale on our house was finalized. It all seems a bit surreal. We can’t go home again. We can’t go back to the place we have called home for 13 years. That address that has been a constant in our lives is no longer ours. We…