Construction Progress

Having just returned from a trip to our new home state, I can honestly tell you that I’m in love with a place. That place, oddly enough, is Alabama. I don’t mean to diss on Alabama. It’s just that my affinity for it comes as quite a surprise to me.

Jeff and I have lived in Tucson for over eleven years now. Tucson has its perks. Take for instance the sunsets here. I’ve never seen more splendor in a twilight sky. And monsoon season; it sweeps in just when we desert-dwellers can’t take a minute more of the sweltering Arizona heat and brings with it the sweet relief of summer rain. Tucson also has the best fresh Sonoran Mexican food you’ll find anywhere, period dot. There is unexpected beauty here, too, from its towering saguaros in the valley to the majestic mountain surround–I’ve often admired this landscape in awe.  Still, in spite of its unique beauty and warm climate, Tucson never nestled into my heart the way one’s hometown should. That is not to say I won’t miss it when we go. I suspect I will remember with fondness the setting of this chapter in my life’s story. But because it never truly felt like home to us, Jeff and I have long been planning to pack up and go the moment an opportunity presented. We set our eyes on The West–on Austin or Seattle or Sonoma or Phoenix. We are born and bred westerners, at home where the pace and the dress code and the lifestyle can all be described as comfort casual.

Huntsville, Alabama popped up on our radar a few years ago when first Jeff’s company mentioned relocation. We quickly dismissed the idea, lumping Huntsville in with southeastern cities on our avoid list. Alabama made another appearance when we started attending a church pastored by Alabama transplants. Quickly we grew to love those people. Alabama, it suddenly seemed, must have something to it. The tipping point came last September while we were vacationing in Hawaii. There came a call from Jeff’s work that presented the opportunity we’d been holding out for. Huntsville, like it or not, had to be at least considered.

We flew there in February, arriving just before a rare snowfall that crippled the city and left everything completely shut down. Our first impressions were dismal at best. I couldn’t wait to hightail it out of there as fast as a good pair of snowboots would carry me. The snow slowly melted, though, and we tiptoed into a city that would both surprise and delight.

I’ve been there a total of three times now and with each visit it becomes harder to leave.

I’m in love with its towering poplars and hickories and oaks. Green grasses that sway with the wind in low-lying meadows. Creeks ripped straight from the pages of storybooks complete with downed trees for crossing from one bank to the next. In June I looked out my car window and saw the most magical sight–lightning bugs that glowed to the beat of a midsummer song. We walked a path by the pond in our neighborhood and heard a chorus of chirps and croaks. There are leaves that turn fiery red and fall from their branches. Crisp air that carries the hint of campfire and damp earth. Driving the streets, more people wave than honk. They speak slow and deliberate with drawls that serve to charm rather than grate. Oh, and then there is this: they fondly refer to their hills as mountains and every time I hear it my affinity for them–for their mole hill mountains–grows. They welcome us in and pat us on the back with a firm shake of the hand. They greet us with ya’ll. They don’t mind that we’re on to the best-kept secret that is their home state. They invite us to make it ours, too. Ya’ll: I think I’ve done did just that.

When we arrived, this was the status of our house.


Four days later, it was this.

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It sits all regal up there on its crawl space. We were contracted for a slab but something about the size of the walls necessitated the change. We watched the framers climb a ladder just to get to the front door. You can see in the next picture that my tall, dark and handsome only barely reaches the subfloor when he’s standing next to the construction.

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Thank you for indulging me with my pictures. They help me to express a bit of my excitement not only for our new house, but for our new home.

11 Replies to “Construction Progress”

  1. I remember with how much hesitation you made that first trip. I was praying Lord if this is your will let Darcie fall in love with it there … and you did. I know he has great plans for you and your family there. but (selfishly) I will miss you.

  2. It’s going to be grand! And having never lived in the west I know I’m missing that perspective, but I’m curious what you have against the southeast? I like it here, and can think of many other southern towns I’d love to live in.

    1. My bias was unfair. Life circumstances tainted my experience while I was living in both Nashville and Augusta, Georgia. I guess I just think back on those times as unpleasant and that perspective bleeds over and negatively affects the way I remember the southeast in general. Like I said in the post, I have really fallen in love with Huntsville now and I’m looking very much forward to living there. You’ll have to tell me which other southern cities you would love to live in; I’ve got a whole new side of the country to explore during weekend getaways. :)

    1. Isn’t the greenery beautiful?

      We will miss family dinners with you, Tim and the girls. But when you come to visit the kiddos will have a whole new terrain to explore. ;)

  3. It sounds a heck of a lot like my Virginia. Try visiting southwestern Virginia…bs outlet breathtaking mountains, especially this time of year.

    So glad you are happy there!

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