I said that a lot while we were on vacation in Colorado. You can't stand on top of a mountain knowing you've got the view all to yourselves without thinking - I am so lucky to be here!
I found myself saying it again this weekend in our little apartment. We’re still working on getting it "company ready." Because I desperately want to invite my family to dinner, my girlfriends over for yoga, and friends through for an "open house" of sorts. So we've been putting things away, cleaning and re-cleaning, and finding our rhythm. And I keep realizing, we are so lucky.
Lucky to have this little home.Lucky to get along so well. Luck to be working together. Lucky to have goals we’re both working toward.
Sure, I get overwhelmed that the desk is still covered in picture frames that need to go up on the wall.
That it took me over a week to buy new sheets. That we still don’t have a vacuum and I returned my parents' vacuum BEFORE HB built some things in the kitchen and living room that mean I now have little bits of wood saving embedded inthe carpet.
I hate dirty carpet.
But we are so lucky to have this home. To have family close by (we’ve seen family every week and weekend since moving in). And to be enjoying making this place home.
Now I’ll go knock on some wood to ensure I haven’t jinxed myself.