Living in a parsonage is an interesting proposition — just imagine if your boss were also your landlord! (And you lived next door to your office.) But despite the possibility for awkwardness, there are some real benefits to moving into the parsonage that came along with my husband’s new job.
- First and foremost: no mortgage! (At least, if our old house would ever sell.) The church owns the house and we live in it as part of my husband’s salary package.
- Moving IS an excellent opportunity to assess all your belongings and sell/donate/trash stuff that we don’t need anymore.
- It might not be exactly the house we would choose, but there something very freeing about the fact that we don’t own it, and we’re not gonna be here forever, so it really doesn’t matter as much.
- Leftovers from church dinners and other functions. My husband has worked as a pastor for seven years, but we’ve never been sent home with so much leftover food. Yay!
- It has a basement! (This is a big deal when you live in tornado alley, and we didn’t have one where we lived before.)
- Subpoint: Basement = plenty of room for guests. Who’s coming to visit me???
- Who needs to buy a swingset for your kids when you have the church playground right across the parking lot?
- We are the unofficial security guard for the church. Our front windows look straight at the front of the church, and it is quite interesting to see the comings and going at the end of our long church driveway late in the evening hours. I am actually kind of glad that we are there to keep an eye on things.
- I only have to give myself three minutes to get to church since I just basically walk out my front door and I am there.
- One difficult thing about being a part of pastor’s family is getting ready for church in the morning without your husband around to help. But since we live so close to church, if the kids are in total meltdown mode, I can usually call Matt and have him come back to the house for just a couple of minutes.
- The ability to live on a large piece of land, without having to maintain it. The church and parsonage are located on 39 acres, and church members volunteer and take turns mowing. I never ever want to be responsible for maintaining such a large property myself, but I have certainly enjoyed tromping around the grounds and feeling like I live in a park.
Where’s the most unusual place you ever lived? What’s your favorite thing about where you live now?