a home of our own. finally.
never had I imagined that carrying my sleeping child to bed would relieve that fog of doubt and exhaustion I hold around me. and that one could fall in love with a dryer.
it was hard, much harder than I thought. strangers in my house. engaging in hour long conversations with my husband about good energy flow and warm and cool colors while navigating the maze of Ikea aisles and home displays. trying to keep the exasperation out of my voice. ordering, cleaning, cleaning and ordering again. yearning for normality. and my legs and arms feeling as if there was no strength in them.
but then I would hear Sean and Will happily jabbering in their room as they changed into their pajamas, or my husband watering the geraniums, and life would feel infinitely gentle again. filled with opportunities to be hopeful, to create and to enjoy even during what sometimes seemed like weeks of domestic chaos.
this is our home.
there are still cardboard boxes here and there, tiles need to be sealed and some days I do wonder if we will ever see the end of it.
but it is ours.
after 228 payments, it will be ours.
Sep 13, 2006
Reader Comments (25)
i love your kitchen. and your bedroom window view.
congratulations!