Good afternoon sweet readers. I am writing this from inside our new home, which is still surreal to say out loud. We are officially moved in. Not settled, not finished, but here. Homeowners. I keep saying it and waiting for it to feel ordinary, but it hasn’t yet.
Today is day three of unpacking and I’ve been dancing through it. Music on, socks sliding across the floors, stopping every so often just to look around and smile. There is so much space that I genuinely don’t know how we are going to fill it all. I suppose that part comes slowly, with time and memories and the quiet routines you don’t notice until they’ve already become yours.
I am especially grateful for my husband. I love this house, truly love it, and I’m so excited to turn it into a home for us, for our fur babies and one day for future little ones too. Building a life with my husband has been deeply romantic in the truest sense, I truly love being a wife.
I started unpacking early this morning then realized my body was begging for a break. My calves are sore from running up and down the stairs all day. No stair master needed. So here I am, sitting on the floor between half opened boxes, writing my weekly check in before the next round begins.
I missed Tuesday’s interactive post this week and I promise I’ll make it up to you. Moving had other plans for me. We rented a UHaul thinking we were ambitious and efficient enough to do it all in one trip. We were very wrong. Day two UHaul rental humbles you in a way few things can.
The past couple of days we unpacked in small pockets of time, but my husband is at work today, so I’m trying to get as much done as possible before he gets home. My motivation is fueled by the thought of a Costco run later and the dream of no longer living out of boxes. Every time our closing date got pushed back, I had to dig through packed bins to pull out more clothes for both of us. It felt like a test of patience I did not sign up for, but we made it through.
We won’t have internet until Wednesday, so my hot spot and I are best friends for now. Working without proper internet gives everything a very early 2000s energy, the kind of inconvenience that reminds me of borrowed connections and waiting screens.
We’ve been eating out a lot lately and it has been delicious, but I’m officially craving a home cooked meal. This weekend will look different from our usual routine. No familiar lunch spots, no wandering the same places. Just cooking our first meal here and continuing to unpack at a slower, kinder pace.
The fur babies are obsessed with this house. The first night they ran laps like they couldn’t believe how much room they had. Watching them explore made my heart warm and fuzzy in the best way. That said, they come back inside with so much dirt that I’m constantly sweeping and mopping. There is simply too much floor and they go out several times a day. We did get a mop vacuum, which I’ll report back on soon because I am hopeful it will save me, especially with all the rain we’ve had lately.
We also desperately need blinds. There are windows everywhere and as my husband keeps saying, it feels like we live in a fish bowl. Cozy curtains are high on the list.
I should get back to unpacking now and the fur babies are giving me the look that means it’s time to go outside again. Thank you for being patient with me this week. I’ll be back very soon.
So here we are:
One house waiting to be filled with memories.
One body reminding me to take breaks.
One weekend devoted to cooking, unpacking, and staying in.
And me, happily sore, deeply grateful and fully in my element.