Living on a farm in Wisconsin, during the tail end of winter I might add, is quite different from the Florida house and tiny backyard from which we came from three short weeks ago. I’m up to my ears in mud (so is the dog), and I’ve never gone through so many socks in a one-week timeframe. But when life hands you mud, you get taller galoshes.
Despite the minor adjustments, we’re pretty settled and overjoyed to be home. And it just so happens that our current, temporary home is a pretty historical one. We’re living on my great grandparent’s farm, which became my grandparent’s home that my father grew up on as well. And that lead to my brother and I spending a great deal of time on the farm every summer as kids. People ask me what it’s like living here, and it’s hard to explain the feeling in just one word.
I will say my husband and I are nothing but grateful that we can stay here while we search for our permanent address, and I often wonder how coincidental it is that we ended up here. A lot of people say my grandmother would be proud, and I’d have to say I agree.
I thought about how I would share this place of so many great memories, and I decided to share the small bits and pieces that made this house so full of character instead of showing you room by room with the furniture we’ve recently inserted and the boxes we still haven’t unpacked.
You might see old, but I see memories at every turn…
