true story

I’m equal parts completely grossed out and madly in love with this house.

this is my house

this is my house

this is my house

this is my house

Every time I want to puke from all the grime I turn around and see something completely simple or out of the ordinary or … mine. And I’m reminded that Rome wasn’t built in a day, that all the footprints on our floor are from the friends and loved ones surrounding us. That the imprint of your sole is really an imprint on my soul and how exceedingly blessed I am.

this is my house

We spent our first night here on Saturday night. Friday we walked around outside and introduced the kids to their new home, their bedrooms. All the nooks and crannies that make a house a magical destination for a child, and as we were walking we started wondering if our neighbors would ever be open to selling some of their land to us.

You see, we loved the smallness of this yard. It’s one of the things that drew us in. And it was enough, of course. But we just wondered …

this is my house

Come to find out? It’s ours. What we thought was our lot more than doubled overnight. We had no idea. I’ve done an awful lot of (off-line) writing this past 9 months on the process of moving, living, settling, being unsettled, looking, finding, searching and giving up or in. I have a specific board on Pinterest dedicated to my “Someday …” and here I am, waking up in it.

this is my house

Standing right in the middle of it.

this is my house

this is my house

This over grown and weeded property, the peeling paint and leaks …

this is my house

they’re splendid. Today is my Someday.

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