As you may have reckoned I’m not a big one for change. I resist. I resist. I resist some more. Then I’m forced into the inevitable and guess what…I’m okay.
This new home is great. I love it. We love it. We have breathing room and a yard and toilets (emphasis on the plural). Already it feels like home.
And of course I knew that would happen. That’s how I roll. Stick me in a motel for three days and I’ll settle right in. Make me use the same gas station restroom too many times and I’ll try to hang curtains.
I’m a nester. I nest. Home is my base. No matter the day, I’m always happy to come home.
So while leaving our old home sent me into waves of panic and rushes of tears, this new home is good. And it is home.
The people we brought with us of course seal the deal on making this house a home.
And I’m joining Cory for Thrifty Thursday not only because I love Cory but also so I have an excuse to draw your attention to the those vintage books stacked in Sarah’s bookcase. They’re nearly all thrifted except the blue book at the bottom which was a baby gift from friends; I am a Bunny and the Gyo Fujikawa (just look at these illustrations!!) titles were mine as a young child and favourites still. All those other treasures were $.25 or less. (And the sweet, and very a propos, needle felted bird in nest in that photo came from the lovely Jacinta.)