Finding Home

It’s official. The beau and I have moved into our new place.

Right now, it’s a cluttered mess of boxes and bags as we sort through everything, from cutlery to pillows to whatever that weird Buddha statue thing is. We spent more money this weekend than I ever thought possible, and yet it seems like nothing in the house is different. It still seems like it’s just waiting.

Waiting for us, I suppose.

We’ve slept there for two nights now, and it feels like sleeping in a hotel, where the bed isn’t quite ours and the room isn’t quite right. But, I imagine some weeks will go by and then I’ll wake up and think, “I’m so glad to be home.”

Until then, we’ll be eating Chinese takeout on the kitchen floor.

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