This was the living room of our new old house back in March. I already posted about it once, but I’ve been flipping through photos to remember what it used to look like.
It was a good moving day, as moving days go. While I spent lots of time pacing, pointing and kicking myself for wearing bright pink underwear that tend to peek out from the back of my jeans every time I bend over (and can you imagine how much bending went on during MOVING DAY?), my kids were busy getting to know our neighbors. Now that we live on a cul-de-sac with their cousin, they are going to be outside all day, all summer. Which I love.
They have already begun to make themselves very comfortable in that sun room, which is of course as it should be. And life continues as usual, in a new old house we are learning to call home.