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.
awww, glad you are settling in. Keep blogging so i don't feel like you moved so much!
ReplyDeleteyour last sentence is the key to being happy. It's not about the stuff it's about the people.
ReplyDeleteI have felt that way too many times. 9 moves in 9 years and soon to be 10. We are not even in the military. The one constant that I have found is that "home is what you make it". Sadly that line comes from the movie Joe Dirt but so much of that is true. We love you and miss you!
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