A Taste of Home...

We closed on the old house on Monday. Steven and I went immediately to an old English style pub here and toasted to a chapter closed. And again to a new chapter opened. A new chapter here in this funky old cottage that I'm loving more each day. We are about as unpacked as we're going to get, at least for a while. I worked myself sick getting it all done, literally. If you've missed me here in the blogosphere it's because I've been in bed. But when I got up today I felt at home. What makes a place feel like home for us? Well, knowing where to find the coffee is a good start.

Having a space to gather in that is filled with our favorite things is a must. And the potential for a cozy fire is a definite plus.

Putting your name on the wall definitely makes a place feel like it belongs to you.

If the dress up clothes are out and in use I know the girls have adjusted well.

A comfortable corner to sleep in, read in, play video games in, and to leave a mess in, is really all that this boy needs.



A creativity corner filled with good light is all this mama needs

And if Steven is greeted by a crazy kid each day after work he knows he's home. (We have a few of those running around.)