It was time.
I grew up in the suburbs, lived my whole life in the suburbs, and was raising my own family in the suburbs. And I loved it. Mostly.
The convenience of stores all around, sweet neighbors that wave to you in passing, always something going on in the community… not that I participated in them terribly often, since I am very much an introvert… but just knowing they were going on felt engaging. Suburban life had been good to me. I was never a ‘big city’ girl, but I definitely appreciated my sweet little Suburbia, USA towns. And I had been blessed to live in some really great ones.
But it was time.
Time to spread some wings and step away from what was quickly becoming a ‘rat race’ in my life. Life had become a little too much of the hustle and bustle; of ‘keeping up with the Jones’; and a little too much of ‘not enough’ of what really mattered. It was plenty of ‘stuff’, but not quite the right stuff I wanted for my family anymore.
So it was time.
Hubby and I had casually looked for land in the past, but now our search became more meaningful and purposeful. Questions such as ‘do we want to live on land?’, or ‘do we want to live in the country?’–because the two are not the same–now peppered our minds.
How far into the country can we go without affecting the daily job commute too badly?
What kind of space are we looking for?
How much can we afford?
What are the schools like?
What is the community like?
There just never seems to be an end to the ifs, ands, or buts when you’re making life altering decisions. But it’s been my experience that when the Lord puts something on your heart, He also provides a way to make it happen. And so it was with our move to the country. A beautiful piece of land came up for sale less that a mile from Hubby’s brother in a small little country town.And within a few months, that raw, undeveloped 17.6 acres was ours.
And so, the journey began. We were on our way. On our way to unplugging from suburbia.
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