Over the weekend Caleb and I and our little womb resident moved into a new [rental] home about 12 miles (a 20-minute drive or so) away. This is the sixth time we’ve moved since we got married, so we are starting to feel like old pros!
The new place is a cozy little 2BR 1BA first-floor apartment that underwent a major remodel in the past two months, and has a completely different feel than the falling-apart, uninsulated 3BR 2BA two-story fixer-upper we came from. Our new landlords have been incredibly accommodating and welcoming and we couldn’t feel more certain that this is where we belong for now and that the Lord has blessed us with a sweet and special gift in leading us here.
Moving into a much smaller home feels in many ways like the culmination of this little journey of paring down + embracing minimalism (or as I like to think of it, essentialism). Since the completion of my KonMari project, I’ve continued to rid our home and lives of things that we can do without and that don’t “spark joy.” 🙂 And I’m having the time of my life furnishing, organizing, and styling our new space using only the very most practical and beautiful of material objects.
We’ve been here two nights and already find ourselves in awe of the impact being in a smaller, cozier space has on the way we eat, sleep, and interact. We had the most relaxing Sunday morning of our marriage thus far yesterday, eating together at the table which is mere feet from our bedroom, enjoying the hassle-free heat of a propane fireplace instead of needing to build a wood fire, and even sitting down and reading to Frankie before we left for church.
It’s so true what someone has said:
“Love grows best in little houses,
with fewer walls to separate.
Where you eat and sleep so close together,
you can’t help but communicate.
And if we had more room between us,
just think of all we’d miss.
Love grows best in houses just like this.”
We’re so excited for the adventures we’ll have here!