my dream home

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If asked to describe my dream home a year ago, I probably wouldn’t have said it was a 1,500 square-foot rancher built in the 70s.

We found it when we were not even thinking about looking (although, isn’t that what happens when you’re married to a Realtor?). Grace was 2 and a half months old. We had just made the decision that I would leave my career to be a stay-at-home mom and I quit my job 5 days before we went to see this house. Corey showed me the MLS listing and I immediately started begging him to see it. I was convinced that if we saw it in person, I would find something wrong with it and then I could let it go of how much I liked it without thinking of it again.

Obviously, things didn’t happen that way. We went to see it that afternoon. We walked in, and Corey and I looked at each other, both of us clearly pleasantly surprised. As we toured it, we found ourselves discussing how we would decorate each room to make it ours. This would be Grace’s nursery. We would put our bed here. Corey would have his wished-for man cave basement. That storage room would become my crafting room. We didn’t want to leave! It felt right. It felt like our home.

Needless to say, we prayed and we made not one – but two – offers and we were elated to find out that we got the house over competing offers. Family and friends were totally shocked to learn we were unexpectedly moving! The next 2 months were absolute madness. In between nursing and holding a newborn, I packed boxes. We rented a storage unit to start moving stuff out of the house in advance and Corey ran boxes over in between appointments. We stayed in the guest room at my mom and stepdad’s house for almost a month while we were quite literally between homes. There were tears and sweat and stress and I don’t think either of us anticipated how hard it would be to pack, sell, move, and unpack with a newborn. Corey was under it from being a new dad and managing files, clients, closings, and showings. I don’t know how he managed all of it. But I wish I would have showed him more respect and appreciation at the time for everything he did for us. I was under it from being a new mom, nursing on-demand, and unpacking. We were both short-tempered, and it felt like we were in that phase of life for much longer than a couple of months.

But now, we both agree that it was so worth it.

When I was young, I envisioned my dream home as brand new; at least a 4 bedroom, 2-story home. Maybe the bathroom would have a jacuzzi tub. An eat-in kitchen but also a formal dining room, for, you know, entertaining. A big walk-in closet complete with a vanity. An outdoor brick oven built right into the patio.

But now? I’d say that I want a quaint home with a cozy living room and an eat-in kitchen. A house where my little one could crawl from the living room to the kitchen to the dining room and down the hall to her bedroom without touching stairs. A house big enough for us to breathe when we needed to, but small enough to be close. I’d say that’s all we’d need. And everything we’d need. A home where Corey and I would grow old together. With a backyard with enough space for Grace to run and play. Maybe a third bedroom for another baby years from now. A place where family and friends could gather around bonfires. I’d say my dream home is a 1,500 square foot rancher built in the 70s.

a leap of faith.


What would it take for you to walk away from a sure thing, to pursue a passion that has been burning inside you?

Today my husband officially began his career in real estate. For the longest time, he has been talking about joining his dad’s team. He had an excellent job, especially for being his first professional one after graduating college. He was by no means unhappy in his career, but he felt called to help others buy and sell homes.

When he passed his realtor’s exams, I was so incredibly, genuinely happy for him – I saw the excitement in his eyes. I felt the motivation. I knew this was what he wanted to do, and truthfully, what he was meant to do.

But I had fears. I am a planner and love routine. I am predictable. I loved the idea and potential of this career, and even more so, I loved that it would fulfill him professionally.

That said, the idea of him leaving a job with a sure income scared me half to death.

I quickly spiraled down the dark hole of what if’s until I had to share all of these concerns welling up inside of me. When I talked to him about it, he reminded me about a little thing called faith.

What I have always admired about my husband is his eternal optimism. We joke about it from time to time – how happy-go-lucky he is and how critical and analytical I am. But having that conversation with him made me realize that is not the trait of optimism that I admire, but instead, the faith that in God that is instilled in his heart.

When he says he knows it will be okay, he truly believes it. He knows it. When I start to lose sight, he brings me back. And it is because of that faith that he [we] can venture into the unknown – to jump.