I am absolutely OBSESSED with Miranda Lambert's new song, "The House That Built Me." Have you heard it? It gives me goosebumps every single time I listen to it...which is a lot. I didn't really have 1 house that "built me." The house I lived in the longest was from the time I was 9 until I was 18. That house holds all my memories of being a kid. Running after the ice cream truck, playing countless hours of freeze tag, and jumping on trampolines with a popsickle in each hand in 100 degree weather. It's weird though because we didn't move there until I was 9. Before that we were in Hilton Head, but I really don't have many memories about those houses.
I am writing about this today because we just got an offer on our house last night!!! (THANK YOU GOD!!!) We are trying not to get too excited just yet, because since my mom is a real estate agent, I know how quickly these things can fall apart. However, this is really the first and only interest we have had on our house in 7 months, so we are really praying it all works out.
Ben and I were driving out to the new (old) house when we first heard the song. It is exactly the kind of home we are trying to create for our family. We don't want to move anymore!! I want this new house to be the place my kids come back to when they bring their babies to stay with Grandma!(sniff!) This process of remodeling has been crazy and beyond stressful, but it will all be worth it some day when we can call it home. Even though I'm 24 and have lived in 5 or 6 different houses over the course of my life, I feel like this is the house that's building me. I'm learning so much about myself and my husband and our marriage. I know what's important to me and it's been fun to watch it all go from a sketch to the real thing. I think a lot about the fact that the house is 150 years old, and wonder about the other families who lived there and who else this house "built."
I know they say you can’t go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam
But these handprints on the front steps are mine
Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
I bet you didn’t know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me