What soever state I am in, I will therewith be content - Philippians 2:34
I'm sure I've missed the date somewhere, but its been over a year since I've moved "down the road" and gained a roommate...and two years since I moved out of my parents home and too the great state of TN all.by.myself.
Moving to TN meant a major change in my lifestyle. Up until that point, I was living with my parents in our nice 5bedroom, 4 bath home, going to school for web design, involved with my church, working only to pay for gas and my car insurance...planning for my future... life was good.
Then my parents dropped the bomb, that they would be moving to TN and pastoring a church over there. A small church over there, in a city I literally hated. I can distinctly remember a conversation with one of my siblings, we were talking about the places in the USA we would move too if we could, and I remember the words out of my mouth were "I will NEVER move to ----- TN"
Today, I never use the word never.
So you can imagine the shock and well just shock at finding that we were moving to that city. All I knew of the town was the small part we visited when going over, and all I saw were cows, and horses and gray skies. That's all I can ever remember when we'd come over for meetings and such like.
At that moment I made up my mind, that I was going to find a way to stay in NC if it killed me. I was quite vocal about that too, so much so people started to believe I was actually going to do it. My parents started commuting back and forth and I stayed home and worked, only going if I were forced too. At the time I was thankful I had to work the weekends, as it meant I was fine.
However as time went on, I began to realize living by myself was going to be quite un-realistic. I didn't have enough money to support myself, and the housing/apartment market in our small town was REDICULOUS.
That's I started letting God change my heart, ...and that's when I spotted "The White House" (pictured at the top) It was a small house, owned by my father's church that had been sitting empty, used only during
camp-meetings to house people.
That's when the idea popped into my head... "I wouldn't mind being over here if I could have my own house!?"
It took some convincing but my parents finally agreed to let me move there..I didn't realize it at the time, but they were pretty tore up over the thought of leaving me behind. Times like these make me feel like a horrid daughter, as it didn't even occur to me to be sad.
With that plan in place, the thought of moving suddenly became a great thing, people we're genuinely surprised at my "sudden" change in attitude. Obviously I'd done a great job of convincing people that I was "NOT MOVING to TN."
I had fun gathering supplies to live on my own, my own food, my own space, no one constantly coming in or out, no one constantly asking me why I was by myself.
Honestly the first year was tough, though I got a job right away, I was making less than I'd ever made up until that point. (Looking back I honestly don't know what my boss was thinking but w/e) the house had no heat, and it was January when I moved. The first night I spent in there it was 9 degree's outside.
9 people.
So that meant it was..............9 degrees inside!
Up until that point, I'd NEVER had to live in a house that didn't have central heating and air systems. This was a definite shock, but I was too excited about being on my own to care. I went to Wal-Mart purchased some more heaters and made do. However the lack of internet for the first three months was horrible. I spent many days with the N family, stealing their WiFi or evenings at Panera Bread siphoning their internet. Some how I survived.
Then I got a huge increase and was able to resume my comfortable life style. Sure my house wouldn't have even made it to an ad in Better Homes and Gardens, but it was "mine" and I was happy.
In the last year so much as happened with that house, when I first moved in, I was by myself with my puppies, it was in the middle of a school year, and to say I was stressed was an understatement. It didn't have a stove or refrigerate, but I was happy to finally have a house that had level floors.
That was whathca call awesome.
Its defiantly been interesting having a roommate..or a room visitor as I call her. We often joke that I just let her keep her stuff in the back room of my house. She's a very busy girl and while I don't mind having the house to myself, it is difficult for me to mentally adjust from having the house to myself, to all of the sudden sharing "my space" again. Hey I did say that I have issues with sharing!
However having a roommate that is not related, is like having a mirror up all of the time. Things I say or do with my family, doesn't go over so well, when its a different person. It also made me realize how selfish I can be at points, the whole "N" family is a giving family, they all give and give. Living with C has made me realize that I
could be need to be more like that. Its defiantly been an eye-opening experience for me,
Anyway, back to the house. While we were able to get a brand new stove, a slightly working refrigerate we're still hoping for a washing machine and working dryer. Than my life will be complete.
Aside from our frequent fowl visitors and the bed bug scare we had last fall...our year here has been pretty nice.