Here's where we've been since this last Thursday.
|Laying in my childhood room for the last time|
|I hope my new closet isn't this crazy looking|
|This is what I came home to, |
once the movers had delivered my furniture
|I love my bedspread with the purple walls|
|Digging the set up. Can you spot Henry?|
|He's not too sure about the new situation|
|I'm slowly getting my girl back, |
she's enjoying the many boxes she can sleep on.
That whole day was the best day of my week. I was calm, I was in good spirits, and after work, made it back to the "New" house (which is really over 100 years old, as opposed to our last house, which we built back in 1994), unloaded my stuff, and got ready for dinner at my church.
Saturday was the most exhausting day, which involved loading TONS of boxes of my dad's laser discs up from the basement (Those things are HEAVY!), and my legs are still recovering.
I've also been in a Jane Austen movie mood, which has been fun. I'm giving serious thought to rereading all of the novels, as well.
It's been a taxing weekend, and I'm looking forward to being settled (And the old house finally being in the rearview mirror), but I'm just so thankful that God has given me a sense of peace over this whole ordeal.