The Next Chapter

We moved in on June 10 and 11. It too like seven minutes, because a team of amazing army ants arrived at our house and had all our worldly possessions in the van in under eight seconds. And then they unloaded it into the new house and then we polished off a keg.

Our friends, they are a marvel. We do not deserve them.

A couple of girls and I unpacked the kitchen and we plopped some furniture in the living room for a temporary sitting situation, and still it all sits. We still have a lot of boxes, and I haven't painted anything or ordered new furnishings or recovered chairs or done diddly squat, because we spend every waking moment cooking near and bathing in the pool. Come winter, we'll unpack and decorate.

It's been a wild transition. I know people move all the time. They buy and sell houses all the time. What's the big deal, then?

This is our home for the next big chunk of our life. It is where we will raise our son. It is where all the memories for a life-well-spent will be created. We managed to get it without breaking the bank, and even if, for some unimaginable reason, we come into more money someday, we don't really see ourselves moving. So, for us, it was a big deal.

We hope this home will hold the warmest of places in our son's heart as he goes out into the world. We hope one day when we are old and wheeling around the nursing home that we'll have glowing memories of pool parties and card games and delicious meals eaten in our kitchen. Of Superbowl watching and sleepovers and Sunday morning breakfasts.

We are so grateful to every single person who helped us along the way. We're grateful to our friends and our lovely neighbors who have been so warm and welcoming. We hope we can repay your kindness with hospitality for years to come.