We are pretty much moved into the new house, and I must say it is completely bizarre. Having lived my entire life in either a home belonging to some parent or grandparent, or the teeny condo I shared with my boyfriend that was decorated in exclusively Corvette chic, I spent a good part of yesterday walking from the kitchen to the master bedroom and back. Marvelling at all the space, I’d get giddy realizing I’d forgotten the dog in the backyard (where she was more than happy to be basking in the sun and chasing bugs), and the guest bedrooms. I love it, and I love living here. 
