A funny thing happened to me today. After weeks of trying to feel
comfortable in our new house, I quit trying and suddenly it happened.
I felt at home!
Now when I think of my little cottage (look at Bentley on his porch) that was so
deeply loved, I think of only happy memories, not the sad ones of leaving.
I think of the sweet and dear cottage that is now home to a retired pastor who
is happily living alongside property owned by his daughter. It's like passing
on the baton to a worthy contender.
So I woke up this morning feeling so at ease. So deeply at home.
What a great feeling it is. And would you just look at those huge live oaks.
They just envelope the house.
I think back to when we first moved in a few months ago and
Bentley (and we were too) in a sea of boxes. Everything felt
exciting and intimidating at the same time.
And then little by little things began to fall into place.
Uncertain steps, uncharted waters, but in we plunged.
Exploring our neighborhood. Getting to know the terrain and our neighbors too.
Old favorites in a new home and adding some new elements too ...
And suddenly one morning you get up to make coffee, sigh and think
to yourself ...
Yes it feels like home now.
Big Texas Hugs,
Susan and Bentley