Good evening beautiful readers. And Merry Christmas to you all. I hope your holiday carried love into every corner and left you feeling held in the quiet moments.
This Christmas arrived looking nothing like the ones before it. Different schedules, different plans, different rhythms. My husband and I both worked on Christmas Eve and my father in law was on the clock too, so we skipped tradition and went out to dinner instead. It was easy and unpretentious, the kind of night where conversation flows and plates keep multiplying. We ordered far more than necessary, laughed about it and stayed longer than planned.
Christmas morning was slow and quiet. Just the two of us exchanging gifts, sunlight creeping in, coffee poured a little too strong. We had a small present set aside for my father in law as well and later that day we met again before he left for his next job. We found another place that was open, shared one more meal and said our goodbyes. Nothing dramatic. Just soft hugs and tired smiles.
Now we are here in those strange in between days. Not quite holiday, not quite normal life. Waiting for the new year while surrounded by half packed boxes and open drawers. We are trying to rest when we can and pack when motivation shows up. There are things everywhere. Closets emptied onto floors. Stacks leaning in corners. I definitely need more boxes.
Closing day is January 10th, and it feels so close yet far away. I am craving the feeling of being settled. Of knowing where things belong again. My apartment feels chaotic right now and I feel the same way. I know that once I clean and organize, peace will follow. Between overtime shifts and the rush of the season, time slipped right through my hands. The good news is I only have three more workdays left before I am done for a bit. That thought alone makes me exhale.
The house is almost finished. The outside is completely done, standing there waiting for us. Inside just needs a good cleaning, a few small touch ups and mirrors added in the bathrooms. Nothing major. Just the final details before it becomes home.
This really is a new chapter. An exciting one. The kind where you realize you are growing up while still feeling like you are figuring it out as you go. We talk sometimes about what comes next. Babies, maybe in a year or two. The thought makes my heart feel soft. I already know my husband is going to be an incredible daddy. I can see it so clearly.
For now we are right here. In the waiting. In the transition. In the middle of something beautiful taking shape.
So here we are:
One Christmas that looked different but felt meaningful.
One apartment bursting with boxes and big feelings.
Three workdays standing between me and rest.
An almost finished home waiting for us.
And me somewhere in the middle of it all, tired, hopeful, and falling in love with this life as it unfolds.
