This past year, my husband’s company was unexpectedly sold. Suddenly, our life was filled with a lot of uncertainty. Job security, job satisfaction, advancement was all unknown and many employees began to leave as other companies reached out to them. This included my husband. A lucrative offer came from another company and it was too good to pass up. The catch, it would move us to Florida. Florida, with the sun and beach and more sun, that was the upside. The downside was we would be moving from the home we had just moved into two years ago, an old Victorian farmhouse that we were slowly updating.
We prepared ourselves for the change and dove in, but the whirlwind we thought we were in for, with a move and traveling back and forth while our oldest son finished his senior year in high school, never happened. Our home sat on the market for over 9 months with just a ridiculous low-ball offer and lots of hemming and hawing by buyers about what needed to be fixed.
But then, by the grace of God, another company reached out to my husband. It was a great offer and, we could stay in Maryland, in our home. Thank you God.
The barn, which probably dates to earlier than the 1863 house, was falling apart. Siding was falling off, windows were knocked out and if there had ever been doors on the front they were now gone too. It really looked like we need a bulldozer to come in and knock it down.