Week one in the new house was chaotic–as you read in last week’s house update post. Week two was better. Much better. Boxes are gone (or in storage). We can walk through the entire house without maneuvering around giant messes everywhere, and mostly everything has a place. Mostly.

High priority on my list is to get things up on the wall. I have a pretty simple philosophy. . . hang stuff up without overthinking. And in a week or two, if I don’t like it, I just take it down! There’s no stress when you do it this way. As long as I hang things without thinking that this is going to be permanent and oh my goodness, what if I don’t like it here, there’s going to be a hole in the wall now! Well, a hole isn’t the end of the world! So me and that drill? We’re best friends.  We go parading around the house with a tape measure, a level and some drywall screws, and we make this bad boy look like a home. With happiness and sunshine hanging on the walls in the form of pictures and quotes and other things that make my heart go pitter patter. Old cameras and arrows and vintage keys. And just like that, I can sit down and feel like I belong.

Right now, there is nothing about the old house that I miss (well, one teeny tiny thing–that light from Ikea that was hanging above our table. . . but that’s something I can just buy again for the new house). Perhaps on the hot days of summer I will miss our pool (actually, not “perhaps”, but most definitely). And I suppose I will miss the swings hanging from the giant tree in our backyard, but again. . . that’s something that can probably be made new again here. And I miss our neighbors, which can not ever be replaced. But I think we’re going to be so happy here. We’re already building memories. And that’s the stuff life is made of.

That’s our happy.