We’re all moved into our new house. And it’s lovely. It needs some work, but nothing we can’t handle, and remind me never, ever to complain about my husband not helping enough around the house. This 3 day weekend Sam spent all his free time steam cleaning the carpet for hours, on the roof checking the air, outside working for Bella to have some lawn, and helping put all the furniture and back together and in place.
This morning I got that feeling I haven’t had much of since we sold our home last July. I was walking on the cool tile, getting ready for the day as Bella slept in our room. It’s hot enough that the most comfortable thing is to wear a dress or skirt everyday (which aside from the daily leg shaving, I am growing to love). The washing machine was going, the cloth diapers were ready to use again (how I’ve missed them), the fans were on to ward off the upcoming heat, the recycling bin was out again (yes. I missed it) and I was making breakfast. I looked around at our clean, white, pretty home and I was content.
And I had that overwhelming feeling of happiness for what life has handed me. I was thankful to be at home. To be *in* a home. To have the time to cook new recipes and clean till it shines. To wash cloth diapers, start a garden, knit slippers and be a housewife. To have farmers markets, Gymboree, an awesome base, and a zoo close by. To have a backyard for Bella to play in. To sit on my porch at night and listen to the children in our neighborhood play and laugh. To curl up to my husband at night again.
To have a Super Target, Olive Garden, and The Children’s Place within a mile of me.
Had to throw some shallow in there. 🙂
It’s been a hard few weeks. And it wasn’t the easiest to move in here. Everything that could have gone wrong did. But it’s been worth it. Because if that time in the hotel and the first couple days here hadn’t sucked so much (and they really, truly did – from the movers showing up 3 hours late to 2 cats running away to the air conditioning breaking to the smell of cat pee that took days to get rid of) I wouldn’t appreciate this as much. I wouldn’t see that El Paso offers some of the same things as Denver, or walk through my home and see the good instead of picking it apart.
Is life perfect? No. But quite honestly, it’s better than I could have imagined in the past few months of turmoil. I’m beginning to love it here.
And? Vlog of the house coming soon. 🙂 Here’s a peek: