We arrived at our new DC area home on Friday afternoon and have been living here with a few sets of clothes, a pack n play for Dylan, and a blow up mattress for us. That’s really about it besides food and bowls for the dog and cat.
Yesterday, Andy left for training and I drove about 2.5 hours up to my in-laws to surprise my mother-in-law for a big birthday (and her reaction made it totally worth it!).
I love my in-laws and it was a GREAT day, but I had to leave after only a few hours to come back for many reasons but most importantly, I had to get back for the pets and I want Dylan and the pets (which is why I didn’t just bring them along in the first place) to get used to their new home.
This brings me to my point: what makes a house a home?
When I got back yesterday, I realized that our new place already feels like home. I walked in the door and breathed it in and was happy to be back. I didn’t expect this place to feel like our home until the furniture got here, but even empty there’s something about it that makes it our home.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s starting to smell like us, or if it’s just my mindset, or if I’m just weird 🙂 but whatever the reason, I feel blessed to have a home and I now really know what a home is not. It is not just a collection of material belongings. And I think the quote, “home is where the heart is” says it pretty well.
I’m glad you are home and happy! Can’t wait to hear more about your new place and area and everything. Hi to the guys, take care! 🙂 We miss you!