Discombobulation is an Understatement


So we’re finally here in Tennessee. How long have we been here I cannot say at the moment unless I go through a pile of receipts and figure out the exact date. That’s how discombobulated it is around here.

When we closed on our new place here in Tennessee, two days later we accepted an offer on our home in New Hampshire. We were so lucky! But we worked hard to get it ready to put on the market so it was well-earned. But as soon as we went back to our northern home, it was time to pack up, and quickly, because the buyers wanted to close asap.

So we picked up the largest truck we could rent without a commercial truck driver’s license, a 26-footer. And as the end of the day approached, we discovered we needed another truck! The only one available to pick up the next morning was a 17-footer. And when we filled that truck up the following day, we discovered we needed to leave things behind at my parent’s home. So when we return to New Hampshire for one of Eric’s workshops in June, we will still be packing and moving! Ugh…

Nonetheless, we arrived safe and sound. Only a few mishaps on the trek down. Nothing major. My cousin’s husband Paul drove one truck and Eric drove the other. My dad and I left about six hours after them. I needed to stay back so I could clean our home, with a big help from my mom, before the final walk-through. But my dad and I were able to shave off a few hours and almost caught up to them.

Then the unloading of all our stuff. That’s when we started to live in temporary chaos. Below is me sitting in our bed, with my laptop trying to work, overlooking our disastrous living space! We were also trying to figure out how to create our living space! We will be staying in the “church building” while we renovate the mid-century farmhouse. So we needed a functioning kitchen and bathroom with a shower. Paul came to the rescue and worked with Eric on accomplishing that. And we are grateful.


Eric and I like to relax in the evening together with him in his chair and me on the couch. As you can see, my favorite green cabinet divided us. There’s my couch but there’s Eric’s chair, so far away. We were too exhausted to even move them closer together! I like how Eric’s chair has his computer set up on the table in front and then the drill and bits to the right! That’s really how our life has been for the last couple weeks!


But it all hasn’t been total unpacking exhaustion. We were able to do some exploring of our property! My favorite thing to do every morning is walk the property with Chance and check on the progress of our peach trees. Here’s 3 little peaches that should be ready soon! I cannot wait to pick them. (Are those peaches? I think so! Remember, I’m sort of a city girl.)


And Chance is probably the most excited. So many new things to explore! Below is him digging a giant hole. One thing he was never able to do! When you live in the city with a postage-stamp-sized lot, you don’t let your dog dig holes! He was always reprimanded. But with 5 acres, he can dig to his heart’s content. And dig he will! (I told Eric maybe he will dig it so deep that we can turn it into a tornado shelter or maybe at least a wine cellar. It’s about time this dog earns his keep!) moving-chance-digging-hole

So now that things are slowly getting to a somewhat normal routine, I hope to be back to posting regularly. I really didn’t expect this move to be so intense. But in a way, that’s probably a good thing. Otherwise, I would’ve been so doubtful on being able to buy a property and sell our home all within a matter of a couple months.  When we look back on it, we just cannot believe we did it. Especially after realizing how long it has taken to simply unpack our belongings! How did we ever pack it all up so quickly? And not one thing broken. Well, with the packed items. The furniture is another story. A few little mishaps there. Like when I lifted a box out of the truck and down came one of our cabinets, smashing to the floor. But overall, we arrived here safely and loving it in Tennessee.

It’s a Matter of Trust


I have not written in a couple weeks. I know. Not because I have nothing to write about! I have pages and pages of photos and stuff I wanted to post. But I’ve been suffering from a bit of anxiety… between trying to get our taxes done (which I did not finish and filed an extension two days before), doing renovations on our house in New Hampshire to get on the market, preparing for a workshop in Indiana, an unusually heavy workload with my freelance work and then knowing I was about to buy a house in Tennessee that I never stepped foot in…. uhhhhh what?

Yes, I never stepped foot in the house we bought last week until a day before we closed on it. That’s right. It was total trust in Eric. Just like the photo of me working on the stairwell, standing on a make-shift platform that Eric built.

I had to trust that Eric would not rig a contraption that would send me tumbling down 10 feet of stairs. Just like I had to trust that Eric would not have us purchase a home in Tennessee that would send me crying, with a bag in one hand and Chance’s leash in the other, to my parent’s doorstep begging them to let me move in! (Well, it has not happened yet at least…)

So, I am now sitting in the empty church building that is on our new property in Tennessee. Well, it’s not completely empty. There’s a few things we have in here that Mr. Basketmaker will be “showing and telling” about shortly. It’s been over a week now since being here and it has been very interesting. I know I have been joking with Eric and telling people we just bought a money pit, but he did do a good job in inspecting the property.

The old farmhouse that will be our main home does need a lot of work. But it’s all work we can do. We will be setting up the church as a giant loft-like space for us to live in temporarily while we work on the house making it fabulous with our personal eclectic touches. No more worrying about “resale!” If I want to paint a wall bright orange and green, I’m going to do it! When we are done, it will be like a brand new home — not the rundown, falling apart 1950s bungalow it is now.

In addition, I have some other good news to share — our home in Manchester, New Hampshire is under contract. Last week we got an offer after being on the market for 9 days. Now I don’t want to rub it in, but didn’t I post on here several times that Eric said there was absolutely and unequivocally (well, he didn’t say that last word… I’m adding it here for literary effect) no way we could get our house listed before June? I think I did. So not only did we get it on the market in April, it also was under contract shortly after. This will come in so handy in the future! Every time Eric says “that will not happen” I will say, “Remember when you said we couldn’t put the house….. blah blah blah.” The more ammunition I have in my back pocket the better. I can probably use this for at least the next six months.

So I’m off to see what Eric is doing inside the house. I am, after all, “quality control.” Someone needs to approve his progress!

Mr. Basket Maker Speaks: Project McMinnville

Let me begin by saying that it hasn’t gone unnoticed that Lynne hasn’t posted lately. Now before you get too judgmental or jump to conclusions regarding her lack of attention to her favorite pastime, I have to say that it’s sort of out of her control.

Since getting married we have been trying to figure out what to do with our two homes and where we want to live. This next step in our life together was something that didn’t happen overnight.  Are we going to stay in New Hampshire or do we make a major move? We finally have made a decision. But this is where things get a little interesting.

How many wives would let their husband buy a home without them ever setting foot in it? Now before everyone goes kind of off the charts, I did give her the chance to fly down to look at it with me. Just for the record she told me “No, Eric. You go. I totally trust you.” I answered back, “Are you sure? You are totally good with this?” “Yes” she replied. So I Flew into Nashville and rented a car and drove to a town called McMinnville.

And yes, Lynne has yet to set foot on this property that we will be closing on in a week. As I type this post, she is painting the stairway to our upstairs master bedroom. We found a realtor and our current home in Manchester will be on the market before we leave for Indiana’s Stateline Friends Retreat. It really has been many long days and nights for a few weeks now, and all our hard work (in New Hampshire at least) is almost done. Soon, Lynne will see her future home when we do a “walk-through” hours before the closing. And soon I will find out if her trust in me was well-founded or if I’m in big trouble.

We call our move to Tennessee Project McMinnville.
project-mcminnville-backyardI took the above photo in our future backyard. Anyone have a tractor/mower they are throwing out???