Downsizing My Mortgage, Upsizing My Life

May 30, 2013

While making dinner, I became a little frustrated.  Well, dinner can frequently be a frustrating experience when you wait until late to cook.  The baby is getting tired, and the toddler is beyond tired, since she refused a nap again.  What got me this time was trying to clean the big pot that I needed to cook the pasta in.  I had not washed dishes yet, so the sink was overflowing.  I just needed to get that one pot clean!  I was trying to wash it over the mound of dirty bowls and sippee cups, and water was spilling out all into the floor.  It didn’t help my frustration a bit, when my foot slipped in a puddle of the soapy water as I transferred the clean pot to the stove, and almost went head over heels in the process.  You see, I have the smallest sink known to mankind.  It is so tiny, that I think it would be better suited to a bathroom than a kitchen.  If you miss one meal worth of dishes, the pile resembles the aftermath of a Thanksgiving feast.  My sink matches my kitchen.  I got dishes piled on top of one another in the cabinet, groceries on the counter and table since there’s not enough pantry space, and I definitely had to sell my hutch I had displayed my Grandma’s china with.  I kept the china, mind you, I just have it stacked in a cabinet above the stove.  Then I looked over at my blond-haired, blue-eyed angel dragging a chair over to help Momma cook, and all my agitation melted away.

When I first moved back to Mississippi from up North, I was super excited about the housing market.  I had moved from the Washington, DC area, and housing prices were astronomical.  I was amazed to see the type of house I could get with little money, when compared to the market up there.  I quickly, and with little prayerful consideration, bought a large, beautiful home.  At the time, I was single, and had no children.  I’m a Registered Nurse.  Even with a descent paying job, the mortgage I was committing to would insure that I had to work to keep it.  If I wanted to have anything extra, then I needed my overtime.  It wasn’t really a problem.  I enjoyed working.  I hated just sitting around.  When you’re single, there’s adequate time after work to enjoy decorating your home, and I was very happy with my situation.

Well, fast-forward three years, and wow.  Nothing can change your perspective like becoming a Mother.  Well, I take that back.  One thing can change it even more; cultivating your relationship with Christ.  I experienced both.  I married my best friend, and we had a beautiful daughter.  I began to grow closer to the Lord as I gained my own family.  I had never known such love as that I experienced with my child.  It was like God gave me the gift of my daughter so I could begin to glimpse just how much He loved me.

309111_4018842282908_2052995668_nIt became harder to work full-time or even think about overtime.  I missed my daughter, and I missed having the energy to do things around the house for her and my husband.  My husband and I made the decision to sell our lovely home and all the square footage it entailed.  We actually cut the square footage in half with the purchase of our new, smaller home.  With the smaller home, though, came a smaller mortgage.  This allowed me to be able to cut down my work schedule to part-time, working just two days a week.  It also allowed us the financial freedom to add another child to our brood!  In the bigger house, we often used credit cards for unforeseen expenses, and built up a large debt.  We now can work to pay those down, with the ultimate goal for me to work only per diem.

I’ll be honest.  It’s hard sometimes.  I get annoyed at the lack of space.  I miss my antique furniture I didn’t have room for anymore.  I don’t know where on the wall I could fit any more pictures.  Sometimes I feel like we’re falling all over each other.  Do I miss the old house?  Yes, sometimes I do.  Would I do it all over again?  You bet I would!  Any mild annoyance I have over a small closet is quickly extinguished when I look at my life.  I get to wake up with my children and cook eggs for breakfast.  We go to the park, and take picnics.  I cook dinner for my husband, and have a welcoming, clean home for him to come in to after a long, hard day at work.  I don’t miss a moment.  I am blessed to capture every cute thing my toddler and baby does in the memory of my heart, and train them up in the way they should go.  I thought we were just selling the house so I could work less.  I had no idea of the way it would impact me.  I didn’t realize that as I downsized my mortgage, I would be upsizing my life.


100This post perfectly describes Brie’s life and the point of her blog.  Savor the essence of life is a reminder to grab hold of all the beautiful, precious moments that give you such joy.  Brie is a 35 year old mother of two girls.  Chloe is 2 1/2 and Bailey is 5 months old.  She loves her husband to pieces.  She is a veteran of the US Navy and a Registered Nurse.  Most importantly, she is a child of the one true King.  Her relationship with Christ is the foundation for her life, and the reason she blogs.  If sharing the joy she experiences on a day to day basis can further God”s kingdom, then Brie considers herself truly blessed.  You can find Brie at Savor the Essence of Life.

Chasity May 31, 2013 at 8:13 am

It’s wonderful that while assessing your priorities you discovered that things aren’t one.

Brie Gowen June 1, 2013 at 9:49 pm

Thank you!

Allyson May 31, 2013 at 11:19 am

Hi Brie!

We are currently in the process of reassessing a few things. We have an 11 year old and a 2.5 year old and I currently work full time. We recently decided that I need to come home and be mama. It’s scary taking that leap from a two-income household to just one, even though I will be taking transcription jobs to cover my car note. We have both always worked, but we have agreed that our children having their mama at home with this is far more valuable than “stuff”.

Brie Gowen June 1, 2013 at 9:50 pm

It’s always worth it, 7 days a week, and twice on Sunday! Thanks for reading.

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