It’s been 3 months and a week since we moved into our house. We’re totally settled. Sure there are a few spaces that could use some art, some attention, some rearranging. But overall? We’re settled.
If you know me, you also know that I’ve been settled for a long time. Since like day four.
I am not saying I got this place set up alone. I did not. I had my sister-in-law, my mother, my BFF, and lots of other support. Lots.
I’m not great at accepting help. But I did accept help. A lot of it.
And as I sit and look around, I cannot believe it. Really, I can’t.
I mean, really. Close your eyes and imagine the space where you’d be happiest. In the space that feels exactly, perfectly aligned with how you imagine the most comfortable, coziest, warmest, most peaceful home in the world. Top that with sharing it with the people you love the most.
And there. That’s it. That’s how I feel.
I’m living in the dream I always had. A home that feels like home.
My dream home has no curtains on the windows. And there are a lot of windows. So when it’s dark out, the whole feeling changes. I can see the sun setting through the trees as I sip my wine and cuddle with my boys. It’s peaceful and calm.
And when it’s light out, the light dances through the windows into each room. It feels entirely different. Vibrant and alive.
I used to dream.
And now I just have to look around me.