Thursday, August 13, 2015
Hello there, friend,
I'm constantly thinking about how to make this new house ours. It took three years with the last one, to paint and tear down walls and hang everything exactly where I wanted it. I like decorating and I like problem solving, but this is making me very, very tired. Sometimes I look around the house and think, All of our stuff is here, why doesn't this feel like home? And there are a thousand reasons why.
Still, the whole thing baffles me. And I know nothing will solve this problem like time -- time to paint and hang pictures, time to dig gardens, time to fumble around the kitchen and figure out where everything goes, time to simply live. It's the little things that we take for granted day in and day out that suddenly get shaken up when we move all our stuff from one home to the next, and it feels like the earth has shifted beneath our feet.
It hasn't, of course, it's just a tiny rumble in the fabric of things. Soon enough, I'll get the pieces together and living here won't feel so foreign. We'll live and breathe and have our being within these four walls. This house will become part of our story, a lengthy part, not what merely feels like an uncomfortable footnote for now.