Between selling our home, preparing our rental house for new tenants, moving to our little piece of heaven on earth, and having minor surgery on my lip, I have felt incredibly out of sorts.
This is the first week that our new house has been filled with people we love. There have been belly laughs, tears of joy and sorrow, spilled milk, words of encouragement spoken, voices united in prayer, and deep, real, meaningful conversations.
As I sit on my freshly Febreezed couch (Jax peed on it yesterday), I realize that our house is quickly becoming a home. My world is back on its' axis, and my purpose has once again been made crystal clear. Feeling 'settled' has nothing to do with unpacked boxes, art hung on the walls, or paint swatches. It is all about the people we love and the relationships that we are continually building.
I have decided to document our year long journey as we make this house our home. There will certainly be art created, junk transformed, and walls painted, but there will also be a lot of love.
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