This new house was foreign to me. It was an intruder in my life. (A blessing, but an intruder nonetheless) Nothing was the right shape or size or color. I was kind of angry with it.
I had a good departure from the old house. I spent some time walking through it watching memories replay themselves as I allowed some tears to slip out.
New house is now full of all of our unnecessary things. And just like that, after 2 weeks… it feels like home. I have found a lot of things to love and a few things to annoy.
And although my ‘stuff’ helps make these walls feel familiar and more comfortable, it’s my family that make this our home.
