Two weeks ago I had an epiphany. A BIG one. Driving home from dinner with my girlfriends in San Antonio, I realized I’d been trying to make a square peg fit in a round hole. For the last year I’ve been trying to find another home in the Texas Hill Country where the neighbors weren’t a mile away. Living here was my dream with James, and we got to live that dream. I’ve made friends I’ll cherish forever, but living here no longer works for me.
Would you believe, the day after my epiphany, I found a house in San Antonio; one I wouldn’t have to teardown, seriously gut or build from the ground up?
This week I put an offer down on that house, and after some back and forth negotiation, it was accepted. It’s not mine, yet, so I’m trying not to get too excited, but from the moment I saw it online, I knew it had my name on it.
There’s so much about this house I love. It’s in an older, gated community with big established trees. I thought I knew every nook and cranny of this city, but somehow, this one escaped me. It has great bones and an open concept similar to what I wanted to build. The dining room opens to a soaring cathedral ceiling in the living room, and three sides of the house opens to an outdoor courtyard.
I’ve been putting all of my furniture and paint color ideas into a folder on my computer called “New Home.” It’s way more detailed and organized than any Pinterest page. This is the first house that will be all mine; no compromises about style and design. This afternoon I purchased something–I’ve had my eye on for sometime–that’s going to be the focal point in the living room.
Everyone may be surprised by my decision because I’ve been saying there’s no way I’d ever move back to the seventh largest city in the United States. LOL! Never say never… It’s not like I haven’t been looking here for the last year because I have. Several times a month I’d drive through different parts of town, look at homes online and speak with realtors, but nothing appealed to me. I’m thinking this epiphany is more than just changing my mind.
For starters my support system–since high school–is in the city, not to mention my church. As a matter of fact, my ah-ha moment dinner was with girlfriends from church. On the drive home that night, it was like God–and James and mother, my guardian angels—were trying to tell me something: They know what’s best for me. If so, it’s taken me a long time to get their message, but it feels right.