Wondering why I’ve been pinning an insane amount of home decor stuff on my Pinterest lately?
Or maybe why I freaked the hell out when a tornado came close to my parents’ house?
Well, it’s because it isn’t my parents‘ house anymore. It’s our house. That’s right, my friends, Babyface and I have grown up, signed a million pieces of paper and become homeowners. And not just any house, we bought my childhood home from my parents in Southern Indiana. It’s an incredible house built on 10 acres of rolling hills. We are thrilled!
Honestly, this is probably the worst kept secret on the planet because it has been in the works for years. When my parents built the house and shaped the property over 20 years ago, they did it with the thought that it’d stay in the family. For the longest time, it didn’t seem like me or any of my siblings were in the right place to take over the Broken Plow (the name of the “estate”). But a few years ago, Babyface and I sat down and talked it through. It would require us moving away from our beloved Bloomington, but in the end, we decided the benefits of owning the place I considered “home” outweighed our love for B-town. We told my parents we were ready and the wheels started turning. We closed on the property in January (interest rates were so great, we went ahead and locked in). And my parents have been “renting” from us while they build their retirement cottage on an adjacent lot.
I’ll spare you from all the details, but honestly, it’s all been bit clandestine. It’s crazy how easily it has all fallen into place. The only hitch so far was that blasted tornado. The ink was barely dry on our mortgage when it hit. Babyface has been trapped in homeowner’s insurance hell for the past month as we work to get the roof, skylights, and gutters all replaced on the house and the roof replaced on the barn. Let’s ignore the fact that two of our dwellings got hit by tornadoes less than a year apart. And that we’ve had to do our first insurance claim on a house we don’t even live in. Oh well, at least we got a new roof out of it, right?
I bet you’re wondering about a few of the details aren’t you? Well, we’ll be moving in June, after my parents’ have finished building their new house and have moved. Both Craig and I will keep our jobs in Bloomington (it’s about a 75 minute drive). Obviously, commuting that much isn’t ideal, but we seem to have figured out a way to make it work. My employer has been really amazing and has granted me permission to work a combination of in-the-office and telecommuting. And Babyface’s schedule is so flexible, that he’ll only work the days I work in-the-office, so we can commute together.
As far as the actual property? Gosh, it’s amazing. A big house. Lots of bedrooms. A basement (which is necessary considering our history with tornadoes). A beautiful fish pond. A barn. A garden. A lake. A swingset built by my grandfather. An orchard. Hidden in the woods (hence the pictures of the house, you can’t see it from the road).
So there you have it. We’re moving! Yay! We’ll miss Bloomington—a ton—but moving back home to Kentuckiana definitely feels like the right choice for us.