A year ago today, I held the key for our house in my hand for the first time. It's hard to believe that it's been a year already, especially when you consider how little work we've done on the house so far. Like so many things, it's so easy to get caught up in wanting the best and overextending yourself. Sure when we moved in I had grand plans for finishing the house in the way we wanted it, and sure I would love to have furniture that matches and is actually new and not secondhand, but we're just not there yet. Two weeks after moving in to our house, we found out that we would soon have someone new living here. That definitely changed our plans for what we would be able to do with the house.
I know a lot of people wouldn't find our house appealing. It's not huge, it doesn't have that modern open concept thing going for it.
Our bed is never made...
Well, the basement just kind of is.
We have a roof over our heads that doesn't leak and a home we can be proud of. This is going to be the home where Vivian will take her first steps. The driveway where she'll learn how to ride a bike. The backyard that's just begging for a dog. The office that will one day be a room for our second child. I'm willing to overlook the temporary imperfections for now.
And that's okay.