We are starting over. I'm told this is a daunting task, although at the moment it just feels like another transition. Maybe it's because we're still relatively young, or maybe it's because my life has been a series of changes of scenery and lifestyle, but whatever it is- this doesn't seem so difficult. I'm used to moving around a lot, to having my life change in a few seconds and sentences, to waking up in a brand new place with a brand new life. My faith has remained strong, my friends and family are amazing, and my husband and I have drawn closer together rather than falling apart. In the words of Kurt Vonnegut, "so it goes."
I love our house. I love living in the country with the quiet and the "scope for imagination" that there is out here. Ask me again how I feel about that in January when the snow is flying and the roads haven't been plowed in days, but for now- I love it. I'm choosing to overlook things like the cats killing mice in my living room (who knew my sweet kitties were so blood thirsty?) and the fact that it's totally normal for there to be horse poop in the middle of the road (...) and focusing instead on the positive- My cats have a new hobby other than sleeping all day! My neighbors have horses! How cool is that?!
Plus...this is the first time since I left home for college that I have felt like I have a home. Something that constant, so I feel less like a hobo. I feel like I have roots again, like I have a space that really and truly is mine. It's a heady feeling. A feeling that leads to picking out ridiculous numbers of paint samples so that the paint department guy glares at me, sure that I'm about to turn my fistful of precious (free!) paint chips into craft projects. Which I still might. Thank you, Pinterest. I have a vision for how this house will look and how it will be when we're done with it (although, being that it's me- I'm never really "done" but shhhh, don't tell my husband!). How it will be to someday have a yard full of little ones running around, driving me crazy and leading me to say non-sensical, parenty things like, "Go ahead and PLAY with the lawn mower then! But when you cut both your feet off, DON'T COME RUNNING TO ME!!!" The way the rooms will look when they're all covered in beautiful semi-gloss paint in gorgeous colors to match my gorgeous wall art and couches, all of which has been thrifted (shhhh, don't tell my...oh, who am I kidding? I'm a bargain whore, so I tell EVERYONE I MEET how little something cost me at the Salvation Army and isn't it CUTE?!).
So stay tuned. Watch us grow among the trees that make up my backyard (we live IN the woods...like...IN them), and see what I come up with. Watch me change and plan and kludge things together and...and learn to blend in with the country in a stand-outy, LL Bean Christmas Catalog kind of way.