Today we woke to a very chilly, fallish morning. I looked through the back windows at our acre, all foggy and wet, and exhaled. Home. It’s been a long crazy road, (and it’s not quite over yet. Our closing ended up being pushed back yet again so we have been renting from the seller until —hopefully tomorrow at 3:00— when it will really, finally be ours!) But we are here. The boys have been enjoying stomping around on the hardwood floors, squealing just to hear their echoing voices, exploring every nook and cranny inside (don’t you just love all the nooks and crannies in old houses?!?) and out. Unpacking boxes after over a month has felt just a bit like Christmas (the first few boxes), and then really, really overwhelming (where am I going to put all this crap?!?). I’m trying to remind myself that it doesn’t all need to be done immediately (even though the current level of disorganization is driving me nuts!) and that it is okay to take breaks for things like trips to the pumpkin patch, hanging a tire swing, or going for a walk in our new neighborhood. Or uploading a few pictures and writing a bit. 😉
Yes, boxes can wait till tomorrow. Right now there are plenty of good reasons to slow down and enjoy the little things. Like almost-two year olds who suddenly decide they like being rocked to sleep again. Or romps through the woods (our woods!!!) with a four year old collecting colorful leaves to press for a project. Or finding the box with the muffin tins (Christmas moment!) and declaring it Baking Day.
And finally, a little sneek peek at my new kitchen (because that’s the most unpacked room at the moment):