Flowers have started to bloom in the front yard and the trees have grown in the back.
We know which rooms get the most sunlight during the hottest part of the day.
The furniture in the living room has been rearranged for better flow. Twice.
Our belongings fill every cupboard and closet.
In the middle of the night the sounds aren’t so foreign.
We’ve met our neighbors, mailman and trash collectors.
We’ve learned the quickest route to the freeway and have a favorite restaurant within walking distance.
We are settling in.
Our new house isn’t so new anymore.
We have been here since mid-November and at the time, it was all about getting ready for Thanksgiving and then rushing to put up Christmas decorations and host the holiday (which sounds way more dramatic than it was… It was just my in laws, sister and her boyfriend for a couple of days) and then we were eager to take down decorations and focus wait for the baby.
Lola arrived the end of January and our house suddenly felt more like a home.
My husband put her crib together last weekend and her room is slowly starting to come together.
But it was only once we started putting pictures up on the walls recently that we started to feel more comfortable, like this was home, the right purchase for our family and a place where we could stay a while and make beautiful memories.
It’s a lovely process, making a house a home and truly feeling like your house is home.
Or maybe I’m just starting to feel more complete than I have in a long while.
