Life, Changes
A life update was in order.
Hello and happy Sunday!
We are writing to you from snowy Fall City, on the couch in the TV room at our grandparent’s farm. This is the warmest room in the house, thanks to their wood burning stove and hanging curtain that traps the heat. Needless to say, it’s where we all like to congregate and hang out. Our plan for today consists of picking up doughnuts (apple fritters and maple bars) from a bakery in the next town over, watching the Super Bowl, and gorging ourselves on quintessential football food.
We figured that a little life update post was in order. This letter is honestly as much for ourselves as it is for you all. There was a day back in November where Savannah and I were at the cabin, likely sitting at our candlelit dining room table and having coffee. I remember telling Savannah that I have this feeling that our lives are going to be changing, and quickly. In the moment, it wasn’t this big, grand spectacle—we likely just continued going on about our day, the week, the month.
But all of a sudden, without truly realizing it, a lot in our life has changed, just as I felt that it would. And it has been beautiful.
The cabin has been our home since May. We wrote about our journey to landing at the cabin in this post, At Long Last. The last few months, issues with our well, recent leaks, appliance problems, and mold growth have made the cabin not as enjoyable (or safe) for us to be living in. Our home on the mainland was always the side house at our grandparent’s farm, and given Savannah’s necessity for a low-mold home to continue her Bee Venom Therapy, remediation and reconstruction were the next logical steps. We always knew that our time at the cabin had an expiration date, not because we didn’t absolutely love it up there, but because it wasn’t destined to be a long-term option—at least not yet. The cabin gave us everything that we needed, when we needed it. But the last few weeks that we were there, it felt like we were being pushed out—the cabin had worked its magic. It was time, it seemed to say to us.
So, Fall City it was. We ended up here the same way that we ended up at the cabin this summer—we fell into it, more than we actively chose it. It wasn’t a distinct action, a clear before and after, a “we’re moving!”