New (or new to you) houses are exciting.
There is nothing quite so thrilling or utterly exhausting as moving.
We did this 6.5 years ago, and I honestly can't believe it's been that long.
One of the things I love most about this stage is that we are settled.
I remember working so hard painting and rearranging and hanging stuff
(trip after trip to Home Goods and other places, too)
all in the name of making this new-to-us house feel like home.
And you know what? It's just now starting to feel like it.
Recently, we put our 17 year old Jack Russell to sleep,
and as my husband was digging her grave,
I said, "Well, I guess this makes it official."
He looked at me and asked what I meant.
Burying the dog and planting the trees and flowers
and layering your things, old and new,
and making memories (good and bad)
make a house a home.
An endless budget (which we definitely did NOT have)
or the best decorator in the land won't make it home.
It's a slow process.
We had the most gorgeous weekend here! Sunny skies, green grass
and a few remaining daffodils, too.
Notice the new touches of blue?
The light was so pretty coming through the windows.
I love mornings.
Another little touch of blue, and a bud from our red bud tree.
I did a post about my new mantel on Friday, and I
mentioned these silver cups were from my in-laws' wedding day.
I had to fact check that.
Turns out I was right.
Makes them all the more special.
A happy home is the best place to be, and I love being here.
Yes, I like to travel.
But deep down I am a homebody.
I hope you all have a good week.