So, yesterday was the one year anniversary of the last time that we pulled out of the driveway of our little home in Dayton Pa. It is also the anniversary of the first time that we pulled up to the front of our home in Steubenville to stay. I haven’t exactly been quiet about my feelings for the move. I hate change, as in I have physical reactions to changing my ordinary. It often times involves throwing up. It is not pretty. That being said, there are also times that you just need to put your big girl panties on and suck it up. Brian’s job at Franciscan was the answer to years of prayer. It was obvious that this move was what God had planned for all of us. So many things had to fall into place for it to work out, and they did, each and every one of them. We could feel God’s fingerprints all around us as we began our new adventure.
The biggest thing that helped to ease the sting a little bit, was the house that we bought. This house…oh my, I love this house. The very first time that we stepped foot in it, I knew that this was our home. In fact, I literally told Brian that if he wanted me to move to Ohio with him, we were buying this house. He laughed and pointed out that we didn’t even know what they were asking for it. To which I said, “I don’t care.” This house is big and old and has so much character and charm. We have, of course, managed to put our own Hough twist on things, but nothing that a little bit of paint and elbow grease couldn’t fix.
It has taken a year to finally feel settled and for this house to feel like home. We have painted this or that and planted a few things. Brian dismantled a chicken coop and built a beautiful pond in it’s place. He also added a little fire pit and patio area. I have added some rockers to the porch, which has quickly become one of my favorite places in the world. But more important than all of the cosmetic things, the mental shift has been made. When I say “home” I no longer think of our house in Dayton. That was a sweet little home filled with so many memories of bringing home babies and Christmases and birthday parties and, well our lives for the first 14 years of our marriage. No. Now when I say home I think of this place here on the hill in Steubenville. This house is where we have started to have new memories; our first christmas here, Jake’s graduation party, the first day of school, basketball games with the neighborhood kids and new friendships. We have been blessed by the sweetest neighbors, great schools for the kids and a grocery store where I can buy milk and wine! It hasn’t always been a smooth transition, but the kids are all happy and healthy here in Ohio. Brian loves his job, although it is very fast paced and a bit stressful. I am still trying to figure out exactly what my role here is. I know that God has something in store, I just haven’t figured that out yet. But in the meantime, I have been blessed by meeting several amazing women that I am happy to call friends. I am thankful for these new friends, because let me tell you…making friends as an adult sucks. I am also thankful to my old friends (old in the classic sense, of course!). They have listened to me moan and cry and whine for the last year. They have been understanding and encouraging. I don’t know how I would have gotten through this past year without my mom and my sister. There were many many phone calls that put my craziness at ease.
So here we are one year in and going strong!