Moving is an adventure.
Moving is tough.
Moving is rough.
I feel like I have been on an emotional roller coaster the last few months. With the joy and sadness of selling our home to long days of driving across the country to finally beginning to feel like we have found our new home. It sure brings an array of emotion or maybe I’m just pregnant (just kidding).
I have learned through being in the military that you remember the good and forget the bad. I only remember the good stuff from Afghanistan and I didn’t really remember what it was like to be in a place where you have to redecorate and find a new everything.
But I’m finding my rhythm.
I’m finding my steps.
And it feels like everything is starting to look up.
I have started working out again and found a grocery store that I enjoy shopping at. I have traveled out to explore amazing farmers markets, the beach and other local entertainment. This week has been a week of accomplishing new things and organizing a little bit more.
Soon all the pictures will find their home and the closets will be filled up with treasures. Piles of clutter will disappear. Knick-knacks no longer needed, will no longer sit in the corner. My neighbors will no longer be strangers, but instead welcoming friends. And this place I’m living won’t be a house, but finally a home.
So blessed am I to be living this life.
So blessed to be able to call this new place my home.
So excited about the future and the memories we will make