Since this little blog is brand-spankin new and we are all just getting to know one another, I thought I’d share some background information :)

A few weeks ago, AnNicole over at Our Suburban Cottage hosted a big blog party called How I Met My House. Of course I meant to link up, but I was so busy getting my rear kicked by finals at the time that the opportunity passed me by.  I still think it is a good way for us to get to know one another a little better though, so I’m going to go ahead and share :)

After my handsome hubby and I got married, we moved to Little Rock, AR. I didn’t have a very good attitude about it at first, and we were both dead set on leaving Little Rock as soon as possible (we had grand visions of living in a beautiful historic home in downtown Charleston ;). At this point we were still a little delusional of the belief that our lives would go exactly as we had planned. As a result we spent a lot of time making our own plans instead of  realizing how much better the ones that God had for us were.  Because of this, our living situation was and felt very temporary….. We lived with a roommate while all of our stuff, our wedding gifts, and my car waited for us in Virginia while we job searched on the east coast. Brutal.

I did a lot of soul searching during this time and struggled with a slight depression in a place where I had no friends, no transportation, a crappy waitressing job, and was dealing with a very frustrating and disappointing job search. For a long time I refused to believe that I could ever be happy in Arkansas (I was definitely wrong). I prayed A LOT for patience, serenity, and the courage & wisdom to know, trust in and do God’s will.

My sweet husband was so wonderful and patient during the funk that I was in. One thing that he used to do to cheer me up was to drive us around to look at houses. He knew how much I  am obsessed with love them, so we would go for long Sunday drives around town, looking at all of the homes and making all of those infamous plans.

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Soon prayer and Grace began to work in our lives and we accepted that Little Rock was part of God’s plan for us. Of course everything then fell into place (um, duh). We found a BEAUTIFUL apartment that was part of a charming craftsman home in a historic neighborhood going through a huge revitalization and definitely on the up and up . We were finally on our own and, after a flight to Virginia and a long drive back with all of our belongings,  we began to build our lives here. I got a job working with troubled youth while the hubby focused on life at the office and a growing freelance business….

I also set to work on our little apartment… life was good.

Fast forward one year and I had decided to go to nursing school while Scott began building his brand. Since we knew that nursing school meant a long(ish) term commitment (and since I had pretty much been waiting my ENTIRE LIFE to buy and start working on our first house) we decided to start looking.

Our realtor, Lael Foster, was our landlord’s wife so it worked out really well. Plus she was FANTASTIC and we really grew to love her (and her to two adorable daughters). Her and her hubby do some  great renovations and own some really great rental properties (ie. our old apartment)….and are just all the way around real estate savvy :)

Shortly after we began our search, God threw in another one of His little curveballs

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we were pregnant.