Home again

Written by hootenannie on June 28th, 2018

It’s finally time. Because as Flannery O’Connor once said, “Somewhere is better than anywhere.”

Today, I bought a new house. After a year of being untethered, working with realtors in multiple cities, praying every day for a clear sign of direction as to where I should re-root my life, I came to the conclusion that this was a decision about which God might not really have a strict opinion. Some decisions are like that, you know. Sometimes we are given freedom and agency to truly choose our own adventure, knowing that no matter where we go or what we do, we are hemmed in behind and before. So I prayed, and I explored, and I weighed a variety of options against a variety of criteria. And in the end, I took into account everything I had learned and felt and observed and absorbed… and I made a choice.

This is one of my favorite things about God: he doesn’t force us into anything. Instead, he invites us to co-create our lives. We take in all that the world offers: the sights and the sounds, the experiences and the people, the pain and the joy. We ask questions, and then we pay attention. We look for patterns and connections. Then, with whatever tools we have been given, we pick a path, leave the past in the past, and move forward into something new.

The moment I walked in the door, peace swept over me. As I looked around, I thought, “I could thrive here.” It’s a 1940s bungalow with gorgeous light, all new windows, gleaming hardwoods, French pocket doors, built-ins around the fireplace, a gas range, crown molding, a porch swing, a dreamy backyard, and great water pressure in the showers (very important, I hope you always check). It’s been well-loved, the sort of legacy you can feel in the air. I have sweet dreams for this home.

As I signed the paperwork, I noticed that the deed listed me as “ANNE E PARSONS, SINGLE WOMAN.” I laughed about it with the men at the table because sheesh, rub it in — but inside, this is what I thought:

Hell yes.

This is the third house I’ve purchased as a single woman. This shouldn’t be a big deal, because in the words of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, “Females are strong as hell.” But even in 2018, it still feels like a big deal. I’m proud of the decisions I’ve made that have led me to Single Woman Three Time Homeownership, while simultaneously being very aware of grace’s mysterious role in it all. I am proud. I am grateful. Hell yes.

Here’s to new beginnings in a familiar city… and in a house that used to belong to Kacey Musgraves, but now belongs to me. Hey Nashville, let’s try this again.

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