Last week we finally moved into our house. There are a few projects to be completed at a later date, but I’m excited to push play on our lives again. It felt like we were on pause for the past 7 months of the renovation (while we lived with David’s mom), much longer than we expected, and I’m thankful to have back the space where I’m free to create and be myself. I have ideas about how to translate the feeling of a new beginning into decorating and arranging, though at the moment there’s mostly chaos in the corners you can’t see. I’m looking forward to making the house reflect even more of who we are. Unpacking seems endless and our bodies are worn from heavy lifting and eating takeout for a week, but it feels very good to be home.
We’re going out of town on Wednesday and don’t yet have internet at the house, so it’ll be quiet here for the next week or so. I’ll be sure to post more scenes from the finished space soon, and hopefully something in a few other categories I’ve been neglecting.
Moving has coincided with a lot going on in other areas of life, but this morning I feel peace instead of hostility toward the busyness. It’s a nice way to start the week.