Ever since September 6th, 2016 when we heard the auctioneer shout “Sold! Kendall, you did it!” our lives have forever changed. After only being married just shy of a year, our dream house magically came up for auction, but there was a catch. Whoever won the bid of the house was required to move the house to a new location within 90 days. That auction was the most miserable ten minutes of my entire life, but we got the bid. At age 24 and 25, my husband and I officially became home owners.
For those of you who don’t know me and my story, my name is Courtney. I am 25 years old and a first time home owner along with my unbelievably talented husband, Kendall. Just a little over a year ago now, Kendall and I purchased a house that we had to move 22 miles to its new forever destination in small town Hesston, Kansas. Because we had to take our new auctioned home apart in three pieces, we have had to nearly rebuild from the inside out.
We now live in what I like to call a construction war zone. Saw dust, screw drivers and a million chopped up pieces of two by fours scattered all over my living room floor are just a part of our everyday lives now. My sweet Kendall is doing all of the renovation work on the house himself. If I can dream it up, he will build it for me. As I stand by my love’s side, I see our home changing day by day into what we never thought would ever be a reality.
I think that’s why I have chosen to rename my blog “The 22 Mile Home” because yes, it’s a representation of how many miles the house had to move. It symbolizes what our poor house had to endure, but also what we as a couple have had to endure along the way as well. This journey has already had its millions of ups and downs, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I want everyone to know about this story that I never thought I’d be writing about. It’s a wild ride full of jimmy-rigs and sheet rock dust, so hang on tight! This is the story of our twenty two mile home.