i made a stop over at the "old" house today to start cleaning out the refrigerator. (technically the old house is newer than the new house, but it's the only way i can distinguish them since they're both ours. confusing, much? it seems to make sense in my head). christmas lights were up all over the neighborhood and our house looked pretty lonely being in the dark. i didn't want to stay for much longer than necessary because the emptiness made me alittle sad and nostalgic, even though we aren't officially out yet. i guess the most sobering part of being there was that suddenly it was not our house anymore as quickly as it had become it. it's almost like a shell now of the house we once knew and loved, a part of our former lives.
i don't think i expected it to happen so quickly, that our new house could feel so right, so much like home. it was almost like we have always belonged here. i had my reservations about safety and maintenance, among other things, but i think my husband said it best when i got home (to THE home): "i love our house... being able to wake up in the morning and just feel comfortable... and happy."
most mornings i wake up to the sun shining through the window, the crows squawking and tapping on the sunroom window, the deer visiting in our yard like permanent statues. when there's a full moon, like the other night, it illuminates everything and makes the snow especially bright. it's quiet nestled back where we are, but it's not-too-quiet either that we can't hear the creatures all around us. i don't think i've ever enjoyed a house more. it's almost like we're on some kind of retreat, a cabin-in-the-woods type feeling, and sometimes i can't believe we actually live here.. in our little cabin. in OUR woods.
now, if only i could get some more unpacking done, then i'd truly feel at peace.
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