In Progress

I am pretty in love with where we live. But that doesn't solve the constant problem I have of being mentally deranged until everything is in it's place and decorated the way I want.

That said, this is a different house. And I am trying to work in our stuff in a a new space. A smaller space. So far it's going pretty well. But I know me, and so for now I am forcing myself to live with things the way I currently have it. Just until the right ideas kick in.

I am moderately talented at decorating. I know that. I'm not too shabby, but I am not amazing either.

The not amazing part is what annoys the crud out of me. Not entirely my fault since I usually have a budget of about 20 bucks. But I am learning that sometimes good enough =  perfect. And yet it doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful. I am trying to remember this as my frustration levels rise when things don't look right to me or don't fit the way I want them to. (Sectional anyone? This is our first one and it doesn't exactly work anywhere you put it, you know?)

We are still unpacking. There are still boxes in some rooms and many things that haven't found their permanent home yet.

But this house is feeling like our home already and I am so grateful for that.









And my boy is growing up. He has been such a help to me here with the yard. As long as we're working side by side he enjoys working. And the riding lawn mower? Pretty much heaven for any boy. Heck, I like driving the thing.



Thanks for going on this journey with us. It's been pretty amazing so far.