Moving forward

The past few days have been a whirlwind- we closed yesterday and ran around like chickens with our heads cut off trying to accomplish as much as we could. The house is more beautiful than I remember. Gleaming oak floors and a stunning vaulted roof. The yard is expansive and gorgeous and Northport smells like sea salt and honeysuckle. Today we did the very not necessary task of purchasing smart home components but I guess you do silly things when you’re happy and in love. Our bedroom is painted and I must say that process sucks more than I remember. The furniture delivery is tomorrow which will be so wonderful to have all of those bits here.

Frustratingly these pictures look light blue but I assure you it’s a very chic light gray. And from here on out we’re hiring a painter because that sucked.

Loss

My stepmother in law was diagnosed with cancer in October of 2018. The entire process has been so hard, and being so far away on their farm in Virginia hasn't made it any easier. She wanted to see us married and in our home, and now she is in hospice care and will never get to see our home. It's so upsetting to know in all likelihood she will never get to do that.

Moving

We have been waiting for what has felt like a lifetime for a closing date. I feel quite guilty for typing that. Our city apartment was once such a source of excitement for me. Our relationship took a giant leap forward when John and I moved in together, but as our love grew, we outgrew our sixth-floor digs. We have two chihuahuas that need a yard, and I have a place in my heart aching for another little one (think two-legged this time.)
I think it's appropriate that it is raining terrifically this week. Not that this week is dreary or miserable, but that there is a whole next stage of my life that is budding, being watered by this incessant rain.
I am so unbelievably excited to own a home with the love of my life. I get myself worked up over paint swatches and furniture deliveries (Sunday!) and wall treatments and whether I'd like to limewash our terrifically expensive entertainment unit (I do! I think...) Truly, the difference in tonal greys meant for our sitting room impedes my sleep. That and a flurry of tiny kicks from our chihuahua Milo.
I mean for this blog to remind me to sit down and be grateful during this process of making our house into our home. To inhale and look around and remember where John and I started and exhale with gratitude the wonder of where we are now.