Back home in Indiana

I love Facebook memories. It is always nice to see pictures of the boys from years past and have reminders of events that had completely slipped my mind. Yesterday, I was having my Sunday morning coffee and looking at Facebook on my phone when this showed up on my screen:

We spent our first night in the new house...no furniture, no beds, no television and no WiFi...but somehow it still felt like home.

One year ago, our house was completed. Well, I use the word completed very loosely. It was inhabitable. We were still missing some doors and carpeting; there were no door handles on any of the interior doors; there was no furniture in the house at all (it was still in storage); there was only one working shower, there was no washer or dryer, only part of our kitchen appliances had been installed and much to my boys' dismay, there was no internet service and not one television in the house. As empty as the house was, it still felt like home.

We had been living at my parents' home since the previous May, while we were building the house. It was now almost March of the following year and we were all (my parents included) itching for our own space. That evening, my hubby and I and the boys ordered takeout and ate together. When it was time for bed, we piled up on our newly installed carpet with pillows and blankets, and all slept in our own rooms for the first time in 9 months. At the age of 41, I would have thought that sleeping on the floor would have been awful, but I slept like a baby. The next morning, mu hubby made his typical Sunday brunch. As I ate my pancakes and drank my coffee, I had never felt more at home than I did then at that moment.

Yesterday morning, as I sat there drinking my coffee, once again (there is a trend to this story),  I couldn't help reflect on how far we had come. We were one year away from that Facebook memory, and so much had happened. Even now, everything is  not completed in the house. The list of things to do is still plenty long, and I'm sure it will be for quite a while, but.... our appliances are all installed; the carpeting is all done; we now have door handles and locks on every single door; our furniture is all in place; we are no longer sleeping on the floor; and most importantly (to the boys) we have internet and television.

I am thrilled to have our home mostly completed and feel somewhat settled. However, as I was enjoying my coffee, I couldn't help be most thankful that I was home. I was really home.... in my hometown in Indiana; across the street from my parents; and blocks away from most of my cousins and aunts and uncles. My children are going to the same schools I did. They even have some of the same teachers.  They get to grow up in this amazing little town and have the same sense of safety I had, knowing that everyone and everything you will every truly need is right around the corner.

Today and every day, I am thankful to be back home in my small little town in Indiana.

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