Moving is like childbirth. You forget how bad it is until you have to go through it again.
We've gone through this process so many times. Truly and honestly, I don't normally remember unpacking boxes, or not having photos on the walls. Because everywhere we've lived, it always becomes Home. You forget about the pain of moving until you have to go through it again.
There are still random boxes to be unpacked. And unfortunately many, many more times I'll change my mind about furniture placement. Dave will just have to endure.
But for now, I'm enjoying the few spots in the house that bring me a smile...

1 comment:
I am in love with your green chair...and I love that you have Granny's rock displayed. Made my day. Miss you!!!
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