When history comes full circle… when the Little House on the Hill was born

This past 4th of July afternoon Bruce was sitting out on the porch and I was just waking up from a nap when a car came up our driveway. Bruce was chatting with them for awhile as I woke up and eventually made my way out there to see what was going on.  In the car was a lovely woman named Kris and her mom, Nancy.  Nancy’s parents are the one’s who built our house back in 1977. Yes, the same year I was born.  And yes, my mom’s name was also Nancy.

They were so excited to see how we’ve taken care of and poured so much love into this home and property.  When Kris was a teenager she helped her grandparents as they built this house so they all had a special spot in their heart for this home.  For years they’d been wanting to drive up the driveway but finally had the courage that day when they saw Bruce sitting on the porch.

Our home in 1977

Our home in 1977

We continued to talk and we learned that 40 years ago the man who built our home (Nancy’s father) well… his name was also Bruce.   Seriously who is ever surprised anymore by all of these “coincidences right…”   I am in awe of how things come together..

So after just a few months after they built the house they discovered that they preferred living right in town and so they sold the house.  We’ve come to know Shane after he pulled in our driveway as we were moving in our home.  It was Shane’s in-laws who bought the house from Bruce in 1977.  After Shane’s wife grew up here, later Shane and his wife lived here.   Shane just a couple weeks ago sent us some pictures from when his in laws first moved in and their first years here.  I had tears in my eyes as I got to see this property bare of trees, and signs of the rows of trees they had planted that today help make this property so private and amazing. I’m so grateful for their insight and energy they poured into this land in ways that we still benefit from 40 years later.

1978 – notice the lack of trees, you can see Minnesota in the distance.

 

Trees – as we know it now.

The trees along the driveway if you were standing at our house looking towards the road:

In the spring of 2015 we had spent years hoping to move, we’d even driven through Osceola in the summer of 2014 and loved it but couldn’t find a property for sale that fit what we were looking for and in our price range… I remember clear as day that Bruce and I had a conversation and decided to be practical, that we’d continue to save and spend the next year working on our house and plan on selling in 2016. We were okay with that plan.  But as I woke up the next day I just felt like was a test.  A chance to believe and go for the unseen and seemingly impossible instead of playing it safe.  At that moment I went and got boxes and I starting to pack up anyways and hold the intention for a miracle… a way to move that was possible even though we couldn’t see the whole plan…  then a friend saw that photo and helped make a connection for us to get this home we now love….

 

Then when Shane sent photos it was so fun seeing shots like this that weren’t planned, but made their way to help us really see it all full circle…

It’s fun to see the now bunkhouse as it was being built.

bunkhouse being built

And then later when Shane’s wife was growing up:

I can even find the humor and appreciate that when we bought the house this is what the bunkhouse looked like.  I’m so grateful that we could see beyond the crack house vibe and peacock poop to what it could be:

Bunkhouse peacock coop

It’s still a work in progress… but it’s heading in the direction we want. This is where it’s at today: (it’s fun to see the forest filling in through each of the bunkhouse photos as well)

 

There has been so many moments where Bruce and I have felt like my mom and his dad (who have both passed) have helped us out from the other side… aligning things in a way we couldn’t have.   And as much as I love the house and the yard; truthfully it’s about more than that.  It’s not really about the stuff… it’s about finding a place that can be a creative outlet, that feels safe and inspiring, that allows us to express ourselves and gives us daily opportunities for gratitude and growth.   I also love that I know that 90%+ of people who see our photos of our place wouldn’t want to live here; it’s not what they’d want.  I love that we happen to not be over 5’7″ tall so we can easily walk down the short staircase to the basement without bumping our heads.. something that wouldn’t have been an immediate dealbreaker for most people (that’s if they could get past the look of the crackhouse bunkhouse).

 

So back to the 4th of July, as Kris continued to tell us about her Grandparents she kept mentioning how her Grandmother was a Christmas fanatic, finally after her saying this over and over I told her that was my birthday. She couldn’t believe it.   Then I asked her for her email address so I could keep in touch with her and learn more about the house, she wrote down her email for me and handed it to me….  of course it contained “JoyJoyJoy”… and yes Joy is my middle name.

I LOVE this life and how things unfold and reveal themselves and fill me with such awe.   Blessings to you!

 

a new move

We are getting all settled in the new house. Painting, unpacking, decorating, savoring.   This move has been a lesson in life about faith, trust and manifestation.

Let’s rewind to just over two months ago… my loving hubby and I were having a long look at our budget, bills, list of house fix-it projects and by all accounts we could not figure out a way for us to move.  We had been working hard to pay off everything so all we’d have left was a house payment.  It was a wonderful thing to not have all the payments but for the moment we were cash poor.  So we debated and decided the safe thing to do would be to list out all the projects we needed to work on and we’d spend the next year working on them and saving up as much cash as possible for a down payment.  We got to work that weekend and fixed some exterior things on the house.  It seemed fine for about 48 hours…

I sat with the feelings I was having and tried to identify what wasn’t sitting right.  I realized we were choose fear instead of going for our dreams.  We were playing it safe instead of taking a leap.  So I made a conscious choice.  I started packing boxes.  That night I shared my feelings and Bruce agreed. We decided that we would do whatever we could in our power to make a move happen and if it was meant to be for this summer then it would happen and if it was meant to be that we wait a year then that would happen.  We just needed to do all we could.   That week we continued working on our list of house projects.   I happened to post  the picture online of our packed boxes sharing our intention to move.  My lifelong best friend let me know of a house that would be perfect for us.   So we scheduled a showing that weekend and came to see the house on the hill.   We both knew immediately that this was our home.  It was what we’d been looking for over the past years, the yard, space, buildings all were a perfect fit for us.  All being finished enough that the house was move in ready but still enough character to the home that we could continue to do projects and add our own special touches.

We let the seller know that we wanted it and since he is a friend he agreed to hold it for us until our house could be sold. AMAZING.  So we were able to spend the next 3 weeks getting our house ready to be on the market. I was so grateful for family coming over and helping us paint, plant flowers and borrowing us a few things for staging.  It all worked!  We listed it and it sold in 2 days.   The buyer for that house wanted to be in it by the end of May and thankfully we had a new home to go to.

Pictures of the old house once we got it staged:

Larch_LivingRoom DSCN0526

 

SoldSign_LarchSt_SM

So my friends, here we are.  Living in the beautiful St. Croix River Valley area in Wisconsin.  We can see Minnesota off in the distance.  We are learning more about this amazing community we are getting to be a part of here in Osceola and loving it.   Here a few pictures of the new house:

DSCN0456

This is the ugly peacock / chicken coop, remember how creepy, dirty and ugly it is now…  next summer it’s on the list to transform it into one of the coolest guest bunk houses ever:

DSCN0458  DSCN0463

 

So that my friends is our story of our spring miracle.  What seemed impossible and we had no way to figure it out, we surrendered, trusted and worked our asses off and somehow here we are.  🙂

Sending love and support to every one of you for that impossible dream in your life!  And also to myself that I can remember this life lesson for the other areas where I have big dreams that seem out of reach.

Noelle_Signature