The first time I saw the little blue house on the hill I knew I was home.
It was a rainy day in March. It was unseasonably cool for Georgia and there was mud everywhere. We drove our little Saturn up the gravel driveway, across a rickety little bridge and to the little blue house on the hill.
Our home was supposed to sell soon. We had a buyer in the wings and we had to get out fast. (Side note, this sale did NOT happen. The house wouldn't sell for another year. But we will get to that later.)
I had been driving 95 miles one way to work everyday to work here, the best twice weekly newspaper in ALL of Georgia.
Also, our financial situation was a far cry from when we had bought our house in Metro Atlanta. The economy had hit us pretty hard. My husband took a HUGE paycut and the company I was working for closed and it had taken me a long time to find that newspaper job in Northwest Georgia.
I had been making the drive for almost a year. It was getting to be too much.
So it was time to move. The landlord had left the key hidden behind the electric meter. We walked through the tiny and empty house. It was a far cry from the house we were leaving.
"This bedroom is the size of our closet," my husband said.
We took it.
So we moved to the little blue house with the little red barn and we set up shop.
It was Easter weekend when my husband's parents moved us in. I am not a good mover. While I was happy to be selling the house in Atlanta (although it took much, much longer than I wanted) it hurt to leave it. Selling that house felt like a failure.
Leaving Atlanta for the hills felt like we were running from something. There were hurt feelings and tears and anger. Truthfully, I was a little depressed. So each box I watched my husband pack, hurt.
I just wanted to lie on the floor. At one point my mother-in-law had to tell me to get up and pack a box.
The move ended in tears. It was bad. Moves don't bring out the best in people do they?
But the little blue house it held a lot of possibility and once the tears stopped, I was happy to embrace those possibilities.