A Line Drawn

It’s official, the line has been drawn and it’s no proverbial line in the sand this time.

For months we have been fretting about the proposed plans to the highway we live on. Widening lanes, adding paved shoulders, better drainage, wider right of ways, it all sounded fine, until we looked at the plans. The plans that showed our house sitting on it’s own tiny peninsula of land in the right of way. After discussions, tears, e-mails, phone calls, public information meetings, hope, despair, plan changes, and septic system explorations, we were offered the option of moving the right of way line through the house. This option, the option we have chosen, comes with demolition plans, relocation specialists, appraisals, options to move or rebuild, moving reimbursements and more hope for our living location than we’ve had in a long time.

What it does not come with is hope for our house.house with wreath

And while everyone who has ever lent a hand and helped with one of the many projects and updates we’ve worked on has cheered when they found out that our house will be reduced to a large pile of toothpicks I can’t help but be sad.

It’s true that our home has at times been a nightmare to work on, a hundred years of different owners fixing problems in their own “unique” ways. But the work we have put into the many upgrades that we’ve made- the almost finished projects that are doomed to stay that way – the ideas and plans only half realized of making our home just exactly how we want it – abandoned and unfinished- not for someone else to pick up and carry on – but to turn to rubble…

I find it hard to smile with the rest of them.

I know this is the right decision, I may be teary eyed at the prospective changes but the thought of leaving our house where it is is much worse. Soon we’ll have more meetings and e-mails, phone calls and appraisals, offers, and decisions and we’ll know the direction our lives will be headed. My mind will stop spinning in furious circles and I’ll be able to start to plan for our new home, where ever it may be.Β  The excitement will build and it will be easier to close the door on this one.

But now, right now, as we wait and decide, I feel we have failed to finish what we’ve started and more than a little homeless.

14 comments on “A Line Drawn

  1. Jenny says:

    Oh Jessie, this is good news and bad news. You won’t be running out of good stories to write about with this in your future.

    You have a big wreath like at the farm! Jack and I once helped your mom take it down. After that we have always talked about making one for our farm.

  2. thinkbigmuch says:

    Hope the fun planning starts soon! Don’t forget about building a room big enough for your friend’s six-person family to come visit!

  3. Julie says:

    Life is full of adventures and this will be one too. Change is good and things happen for a reason. I remember leaving our first house and the tears I shed, but always to move on to new friends in new places. We found you……… Life is good.

  4. Diane says:

    Oh, Jessie, I feel so bad! 😦 Maybe you’ll move closer.

  5. Peter S says:

    So disruptive to your family and personal choices. I have a lot of things I don’t like about my house, but I’d hate to have someone tell us that we couldn’t live here anymore!

    • Jessie says:

      Yup, there is nothing like being told my house is going to be bulldozed to make me suddenly want to finish to painting the shutters- contrary should be my middle name!

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