It is better than I remember.
Like so many things, our minds were so overwhelmed by the process of the move when we came to see this house initially, I don’t think we even really looked at it.
We remembered the tire swing and the meadow. We had no idea how big the bedrooms were (or if our furniture would fit) we had no concept of how the space would be used. We had no idea…
My daughter and I were here first – somehow, on this small island with no stop lights, my husband went the wrong way. He blames his disorientation on the fact that when we were here in the summer he was sick the whole time and never got his bearings – yah, right.
We ran around the whole house, she picked her bedroom, we checked everywhere. We stood on the porch and looked at the ocean, admired the trees, heard the silence.
And then, finally, the hubby arrived. And he called us outside, a big smile on his face. And then one at a time he carried each of us over the “threshold”
Cheesy. Super cheesy. And super awesome. Every home we have ever had, he has always carried me through. It is our home, granted it is only on loan, but for now we will make it as much of a home as anywhere we have lived.
And then we hear a rumble.
The truck has arrived. Our pods, our stuff.
The work begins