Somedays I Wake Up

And despite the missing blinds in our master bedroom and the boxes in the study and no furniture in one of the guest rooms - it feels like we've always been right where we are. Seeing as we've only slept a grand total of twenty-five nights in our new home, that's just astonishing to me. I didn't realize how quickly everything would feel this right.

I mean, sure, we're still working on the routine and the getting accustomed to space and all of that, but nothing feels off-kilter. So what if I've left my lunchbox at home more times than I'd care to because it's the step just before setting the alarm that I always forget? I'll get there in time.

Everything that matters still feels sort of blissfully surreal. Like I'm walking around in a dream sequence knowing I won't ever wake up but I still don't want to miss anything. And I know someday this will fade and the new house becomes old hat and life is like it is anywhere else, but for now I'm loving this.

I'm loving the normalcy and the grandeur and the simplicity of it. No projects, except for maybe buying some blinds tonight, or big parties - since we got those out of the way - just the settling part. The familiarizing of one's life in a new context... and a good one at that.