I tried to be sociable, but the refrigerator needed a thorough scrubbing.
I was surprised how disoriented the process of moving can be. We only moved 10 minutes away, but the process of settling in could take months. Just NOT KNOWING simple things like WHERE ARE THE FINGERNAIL CLIPPERS? kind of drove me crazy for a few weeks.
A month later we are feeling more at home. The kids are sleeping well, I have taken over the kitchen, and we find new things to love here every day. Yesterday Jude had a playdate, and the kids spent an hour playing behind our house while I raked leaves.
Expect more posts in the future about my growing love for NEW HOUSE. Soon we will have OLD HOUSE on the market. The end of one era is the beginning of another.