Getting There

I've been in the new house for a few weeks now. Friends keep asking me how I like it, and I am still a little unsure. I like the location- it's wonderful. It's close to everything but in a quiet neighborhood. The yard is nice and the dog loves it. The kids seem MUCH happier here. (The last year in small town was not real fun for anyone. I think it was a lesson in survival.)

I've had a hard time getting comfortable for a long list of reasons. One big one was that I wasn't fully unpacked (I'm still not there) and I just couldn't "breathe" with the stress of all the boxes. I've spent the last 2 months surrounded by things in boxes- and it kind of unbalanced me (along with a couple other things related to the move).

I got a new shelf, which gave me places to put some things. I put them away and then unpacked my angels. I put my favorite up where I can see her easily and now I feel a lot more at home. My kids noticed the angels and the change in my attitude right away.

It feels good to be closer to home. I'm not there, but I'm getting there.