We moved into a beautiful split level home with 5 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, 2 living rooms, an office, a laundry room...on a culdesac full of kids the same age in a swim tennis community. We moved to the American Dream. Our big house brought guest from Mississippi for months and we loved hosting all of our friends.
About 8 months ago-I was looking at the bank account and started tallying up how much we have spent in 2 years on this house from payments, to utilities, to furniture to fill it up....and the numbers were insane.
My heart sank. It sank real low. I took a look at some of the poorest countries average income...for what I spent in 2 years on a house-I could have given to a family in one of these countries and made them feel like millionaires. My research took me further-how about America-how many orphans are in this country-I could easily give this money to many of these kids. I could have funded a position in a non profit...my list went on and on.
For months I battled with what this meant. Todd and I went back and forth on what did we want our life to look like. Not just now-but eternally. Did we want to get to heaven and God say-you were given the chance and the funding to help so many people and instead you spent thousands a year on a house that was too big and you never cleaned it. (Jesus sounds a lot like my mom in my head sometimes)
No-we didn't want that to be our legacy-we want to be able to give to those we are called too. We want to live a simple life. We want our girls to love and appreciate all that they have,not be consumed by more things. We want a life that is for others and not filled with us.
Todd and I needed a plan on how to make this happen. So we sat down and decided the number one thing that kept us from this life was this house the number 2 was the stuff in it.
So it was evident-it had to go. And we needed 1/2 of the size house. For very cheap.
Enter God: I told Todds stepmom who is a realtor I wanted a cottage style house 1600 sq feet or less-in our area of town this means 1) an apartment 2) a house in a terrible neighborhood 3) a house falling apart.
Until one day-one popped up. And we went to look at it. & although it isn't perfect-its small-and affordable and just right for this stage of life we are in.
It's gonna need some work-some paint and some elbow grease but even if we slap some lipstick on it-it will be much less than the big ole American Dream house.
So that's the plan-we are moving to what we have dubbed the "make me pretty cottage"
I will have some inside pictures soon-and trust me a LOT of before and afters.
Here is to the simple life!