Home.... it's where the heart is
Has it been a week since we've packed up our truck? Man time flies when you (are sleep deprived-days run together-working way too hard) move!
We are here and after our endless stories of dirt, grime, no dryer, garbage, fighting russians, crying children, loosing boxes, we are starting to feel at home.
It just goes to show that wherever you are is home. Wherever you put your heart, your things, your family... is home. It's starting to feel good.
That isn't to say that this house couldn't use a serious overhaul... which I plan to do IF we purchase it.... but, it is to say that what we've put into it so far, in this week we've been here, makes it our HOME.
We are here and after our endless stories of dirt, grime, no dryer, garbage, fighting russians, crying children, loosing boxes, we are starting to feel at home.
It just goes to show that wherever you are is home. Wherever you put your heart, your things, your family... is home. It's starting to feel good.
That isn't to say that this house couldn't use a serious overhaul... which I plan to do IF we purchase it.... but, it is to say that what we've put into it so far, in this week we've been here, makes it our HOME.