I'm sitting on my old familiar couch, in the midst of a brand new living room, a brand new neighborhood, and a brand new life.
I'm glad the couch is the same. I could use some "sameness" right about now.
But I'm also excited about all the newness.
use the term "new" loosely when referring to this house. This living room which I am now sitting in has been around since
1890, and underneath my kitchen there are remnants of a root cellar in the basement. There's
also something in the basement that resembles a medieval torture rack, so for
now, Scott gets to take everything to the basement, while I stay in my
comfortably modern kitchen.
We arrived late Wednesday
night. On Tuesday we had received the news that the mortgage company had
not yet finished processing our application. As a result, we would have
to wait an additional week or two to close on the house. The sellers
have been simply wonderful. We're currently renting, week-by-week, until
all the paperwork gets processed. They left toilet paper, soap, and laundry detergent, with bottles of water in the fridge, and freshly scrubbed floors. Unbelievable.
Because there is a slim possibility that we won't actually
be living here, nothing is coming unpacked. I'm sitting amidst piles of
boxes and pretending that I'm camping. This delay with the house is
such a wonderful reminder: we didn't move to Philadelphia for a house.
We moved for the people. We didn't move to Philadelphia to be
comfortable. We moved here because in order to reach people, you must
often be very uncomfortable.
I'm actually thankful
that this delay has taken place. I need constant reminders that this
world is not my home. Ever since God graciously helped us find this
house, I've been praying that I would be joyful, even if we never moved
into this big, wonderful blessing. I desperately want a house where I
can serve others, but even more than that, I want a heart that serves my
Savior, and my Savior only. Sometimes big, beautiful houses get in the
way of having that kind of heart...
But, while we're
waiting in the midst of all this uncertainty, how about some pictures of
the wonderful house which we may/may not live in? My camera
is dead, so some janky cell phone pics will have to suffice. It really
is a very large house, so the pictures below are only from the
first (of three!) floors. Also, please keep in mind, this house photographs really well. I mean, really well. It has lots of projects scattered throughout it, and if you ever come to visit, you'll see some of the "character" up close and personal. But for now, I'll have fun showing you the house without any defects being highlighted.