We bought our home near the height of the boom and at a very complicated time in our lives. We moved to Minnesota from New Orleans on the heels of Katrina, my husband was starting a new position at his company’s HQ, and I was just starting commuting to my 2nd year at Seminary in Chicago. Not sure if we made the best decision, but we made one.
We love our home. Great neighbors, easy access to everything by car, bike or walking, wonderful schools, and a decent yard.
Really, I think this is the first place that I have really felt “at home”.
What is the problem? It’s small. Not “tiny house” small or NYC apartment small, but for our area and dreams: it’s small.
We’re right on top of each other, with the kids sharing a room, an overflowing garage, and no room to entertain (even if I could get the toys cleaned up!).
I know I’m not alone.
Many of us are looking for the perfect place to live, and if we have kids, to raise a family.
We want all the best things, but there always seems to be a compromise.
However, living in this small house has made an impact on my spirituality. So, why not add this part of my life to the blog?
Do you live in a small house with kids? How has it impacted your life? Life of your kids? And marriage/relationships? Please share! Include a link in your comment to your blog, or let me know if you would like to “guest post” on SistersUnderTheTrees!
Lord, help us grow where we are planted. Sometimes the discernment process leads us to moving, other times we learn to flourish where we are. Give us the peace to know which way to go! Amen. Lord, P.S.: Help me figure out what to do with all these toys!!!!