On Strange Coincidences?

We bought a “new” house last week!  
1930's Bungalow house in North Little Rock, AR

It’s a historic 1930 craftsman a few blocks from our house.
The coolest part is that it sits on three full lots (which means awesome garden!)
We’re really excited to start work on the house- keeping it original, green, and yet functional for a modern family! 
I’ve been doing research for the historic tax program and got some background information from the NLR Historic Commission.   Last night Scott was doing some research on the original owner, and the first picture that popped up on the net was…

A picture of Scott’s great-grandparents!  
From “The Guardian” March 30th, 1945
How strange of a coincidence is that?  
(It ended up there was an ad for the man’s business on the same page of the paper.)
I call it fate. 

On My Crazy Life…

I feel like I can breathe now (for a minute anyway…)
Since the last post we’ve had multiple dress rehearsals, 
four birthday parties,  practices, soccer games, two recitals, and school field day 
for two of the munchkins. 
AND- someone on a high speed chase crashed into my yard,
killing three trees and stopping a FOOT from my house.

M and Cole playing in Riverfront Park (Oh, and he turned 9!)

E- Listening at Dress Rehearsal


J- Jumping at Field Day

Why is it that my kids’ social calendar is more full than mine?

Writer’s Workshop: I’m Outta Here

In response to Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop this week…
The prompt was…

 2.) What would it take for you to pick up and move?

Not a lot.  (I am a Sagittarius, you know.)

I have always felt restless since I moved here almost 19 years ago.
I miss the ocean so terribly.  I miss the jungle.
I want to see all there is to see in this beautiful world.  I want my kids to see it too.
They LOVE to travel and we all can’t wait for the next vacation (the minute we get home I think.)

My family has a dream to travel the world for a full year.  We want to rent a house every 3-4 months in a different area (Europe, Asia, South America, Australia, North America) and just use that as a hub to travel from for a specific time period.   It is a beautiful thought that keeps me going when the days are grey. 

But then I wonder…
Is this a test?

  • I moved a total of 19 times in my life (about 17 or so were before I was an adult) and as a result I think I never feel like I’m “at home.”  
  • We never feel satisfied with what we have.  (The house is too small, the yard too strange, etc.)
  • My husband and I love house-hunting.  A fun weekend for us is going to open houses on Sundays.  (Our kids hate us for this.)  We even used to take long walks when we were dating to look at houses and make mental notes of what we wanted one day. 
  • Should I just learn to be still?

I like my friends and my neighbors, my kids’ school and extra-curriculars.  I love knowing that my family is close and that I have people I can call if I’m in a pinch.
We’ve become so established/comfortable here and didn’t even realize it.
But to me a house is just a place to rest your head, home is where my family is. 

Sometimes I think we like to travel so much just because the family gets to be together for the whole trip.   It makes me happy to think we like each other that much!
Would I take off if you gave me a suitcase and a ticket (well, five tickets?)
But, now I might want to come back!