I love having a home. It is how I feel peaceful. I delight in the every day things. In seeing familiar objects, soothing colors, stuff I've assembled to be just so.
I love knowing my sheets are soft and my pillow just right.
I love being able to retreat, and letting my introverted self be surrounded with a feeling of familiarity and comfort. I love everything about being in the kitchen.
These pictures are all of our home, soon to be not our home. Some of them are old and don't capture it well, but they have to suffice for this post.
It is hard to say goodbye. And truthfully, it creates a lot of anxiety in me to lose my place. The house has been torn apart and packed up and is in a state of disarray. That alone is hard.
I know it is right to be moving right now. And I know it will be great fun to set up housekeeping again. But how's a mother going into labor to nest? I don't want to feel too sorry for myself, but I can't help feeling it just a little bit.
Home now, is just us. Our little family. And the love between us.