The last couple of months have been a lesson in “starting over” for me in many ways. We moved, the kids moved schools, and we are officially starting over in a new neighborhood and as corny as it sounds a whole new world. I had to find a new grocery store (one where I don’t have things memorized) and a lot of new “firsts” even though we only moved about 15 away.
And while I was fully expecting it to be hard….I think it’s in the “starting over” phases of our lives that we grow. I now have to go out of my way to say hello to neighbors (it was easy before to talk to all of them because I knew them all so well) and suffice it to say—I am a bit of an introvert. But’s it’s good for growing….at least that is what I am telling myself everyday.
And the new house….it’s in “starting over” too. I am still trying to find a silverware drawer (there isn’t really a good one and I keep moving it around every day…which confuses the whole family) and still am surrounded by about boxes, but I am slowly getting there.
I have officially decided that this week is the week to hang up pictures—that always makes it feel like home. And that’s part of the art of homemaking…making it feel like home.