My husband’s barristers at HatRidge. While house hunting for the new place, Stan had three major must-haves. (1) privacy (2) a place to put his large, handmade walnut table that belonged to his grandfather (3) a place to put his barristers that belonged to his grandfather and father
It is funny how I really never thought about my belongings until I had to move them. I never thought about how heavy or how big or how many.
The family and I (aka the Hathorns) have moved three times since 2008. Life happens quickly. It an instant everything can change…from good to bad…from bad to good…from bad to worse…from good to better. You get it 🙂
Now, it is time to grab a good cup of coffee and sit a spell with me as we explore “Moving Boxes, Barristers, and Cow Figurines.”
It was a gorgeous Sunday. The family and I were having our traditional lunch at Sweet Pepper’s Deli in Starkville, Mississippi. We were sitting on the patio enjoying the Southern sunshine, chatting about nonsense, and laughing at each other’s ridiculousness. Suddenly, the unthinkable happens…the unexpected…the “didn’t see that coming”….
The hubby received a call from his boss that changed everything with which we were comfortable…that changed our thinking and our future. It set in motion a series of events that cannot be explained in a few paragraphs.
The company for which Stan worked was closing its doors…effective immediately. Now, I am not going to bore y’all with all the details…but know this…God had His hands in it all from the very beginning.
So, the mister and I did not hesitate. We prayed. We took a leap of faith. We left our hometown and moved to the outskirts of Birmingham.
I am embarrassed to admit that we rushed a bit in deciding on which house to purchase. Everything was such a whirlwind.
Stan was living in a hotel. Abby and I were staying back at HatRidge so we both could finish out the school year. She was in 7th grade, and I was a school teacher. It was the right thing to do.
We got a fabulous deal on the Argo house…it was new construction and gorgeous…but there was a lack of privacy…and the noise from the interstate that was nearby was unbearable to folks who grew up in the country…where every cricket and tree frog could be heard.
Something had to change.
Even with a lovely backyard, it didn’t take long for the lack of privacy and noise to make the Argo “dream home” a nightmare!
Luckily…and not so luckily…we still owned our Mississippi house–HatRidge. What did we decide to do? Sell and move. Pack up all the belongings…again. The hubby was back to living in a hotel, and Abby and I were back at HatRidge.
It was nice to be back–with family, friends, and the familiar…but we were not a family. Abby missed her dad. I missed him. He missed us. What to do?
We prayed. We cried. We decided to sell HatRidge and become a family once more. Long story–short. It all happened in God’s perfect timing…we sold…we moved…we are renovating.
This time around…we have privacy…there is no traffic noise…the views are grand…the pool is splendid…the project list is shrinking…and we are a happy family under one roof.
The before photo of our new place…stay with me as we reveal the during and the final photos…I have removed all the overgrown bushes from the front and have managed to kill most of the English Ivy that was left to grow anywhere and everywhere!
Back to those beloved barristers. The plan was to downsize…that did not happen. We actually upsized. It did not take long in the house hunting process to figure out that Stan’s furniture was not going to fit into a smaller house.
It was a struggle even in a larger house to figure out where to put his beloved bookcases. I wanted to keep them together as a set because I loved the grand-scale impact. After several attempts of keeping them together, I realized that sometimes a breakup is necessary.
I placed ten of the cases in the kitchen. At first, I had twelve–stacked almost to the ceiling–but decided that I wanted to create a vignette at the top.
Barristers in the kitchen filled with everything from books to pottery
I stacked twelve of the barristers in the dining room and filled them with family treasures and memories. I currently have two left, and they are tucked safely away in the garage until I decide what to do with them.
What I have learned from all of the unexpected and the moving process is breaking up is hard to do, but sometimes necessary. I have also come to realize that it is God’s job to plan our futures and not our jobs to tell God what to do…sometimes, God has to get us out of our comfort zone so we will truly walk in faith.
Thanks for sitting a spell with me today. Be sure to check out my latest articles at Real Story Publishing for tips on how to create family heirloom vignettes and how to create fabulous wall galleries.
How to Create Wall Galleries: “Sweet Sorghum Living Short Tales: Lightning Bugs in a Mason Jar” http://thisisrealmedia.com/2013/06/28/sweet-sorghum-living-short-tales-lightning-bugs-in-a-mason-jar/
How to Create Family Heirloom Vignettes: “”Sweet Sorghum Living Short Tales: What to Do With Cow Figurines” http://thisisrealmedia.com/2013/06/21/sweet-sorghum-living-short-tales-what-do-you-do-with-cow-figurines/
Have a Blessed Day!