365 Days Later
Owning an old house had been my dream for as long as I could remember, and it was coming true. Yet every time I sign a contract obligating me to years of payments, I feel a little woozy.
On top of that, we were moving to a new town. Giving up my 8-minute and Darwin's 20-minute commute for 40 minutes each. Giving up proximity to our relatives for a more arm's-length distance.
Most people thought we were crazy. Most people still do. Why would anyone choose to commute farther? There are good houses in Tuscaloosa - why couldn't we just buy one of them? Why Eutaw? It's so tiny. It doesn't have a movie theater! The schools - ugh! And why would we want an old house? Didn't we know that it would always need work?
We answered their questions - and still do - with a smile and a positive spin. The raw truth is this: the commute isn't ideal (especially with the gas prices now), and I do wish Eutaw had a movie theater and a couple more restaurants.
But? Owning and living in an old house is as wonderful as I dreamed. And Eutaw offers even more than I originally expected. Like community. The place is chock full of awesome people who care about each other and the town. It's the kind of small town I always daydreamed about, the kind that in some ways seems stuck in a time warp and in others is incredibly modern.
Like with our marriage, it's hard to believe so much time has passed, and at the same time, it feels as if we've been here forever. We belong together, and we belong in Eutaw, in our house. It's home.