We moved, and we love our new home. We have room to grow, like we literally have some empty spaces. Some spaces need updates. Some need paint, others new fixtures and repairs. Some just need decisions—decisions about what we want. Decisions that I don’t feel ready to make. Had I moved into this home without a baby on my hip and two wild children, we might have already painted walls and hung artwork. But alas, that is not our situation. So we wait. We settle. We rest in the unfinished spaces. We live now and invite people over. We embrace the in between, the spaces of today and the dreams of what it will be in the future.
The last couple of months have been a whirlwind. For some time now, we’ve been on a passive home search, watching real estate apps to see what gets listed and touring homes on the weekends. In May, Michael saw a home and immediately knew it was the one. We quickly met with our real estate agent, prepared to list our current home, and made an offer on the new home. We’ve been in our new home for two weeks now, and it’s been a crazy mix of overwhelming, exciting, exhausting, and joyful to be going through this huge change. We are only ten miles from where we were before, but we’ve gone from a townhome to a single family home, and as Connor said the other day, we used to live in the city and now we live in the forest :) We have a yard with big ancient trees, and enough bedrooms for each of the boys. When we first walked through the home, we felt that it had been loved by it’s previous owners—and we are so excited to raise our family here and care for our new home for decades to come.