I have a terrible confession, and in many ways I will probably regret it later, but for now I thought I might as well go ahead and tell you.
I am sitting on my porch, five days in with the flu, and I'm eating chocolate covered chocolate marshmallows. They are my weakness. Nibbling on plain bagels and rice wasn't doing the trick. And how can you blame me with all Easter candy that my parents and grandma left me.
As I sit here watching the sun light reflect off the river, I smile. I have hardly been outside since I've been sick. It's been a quick eight months we have lived here on the river. I wish we could have enjoyed it more. Summer turned into autumn, and autumn, to winter. I think I had bigger hopes for this place. Either way it was always temporary.
I still have packed boxes from our last move in my closet. New boxes spill out of our guest room, as we look for the motivation to pack those.
But yesterday we closed on our first home. We are officially home owners!
I am anxious and excited all in one.
We have purchased our project.
Today we began the little fixes, light bulbs, new door knobs, new keys. This weekend will begin a few of our bigger projects, like tearing out walls and electrical work. Thank the Lord for my father who knows more than I could ever comprehend about construction.
We are thrilled. I want to buy ever lamp, rug, and chair that I pass. I have willingly spent my free time wandering around Home Depot and Lowes. And my tables are covered in paint samples from every color in the book. I love it.
So cheers to the next few weeks, as we paint, pack, move, and refurbish!