last night, nick made us dinner. in our house. with his new iron skillet. and something clicked….for me anyways. it finally started to feel like this was our home.
this is not a very pretty house. it was covered in moldy linoleum and gross old carpets. the previous tenants thought that lining the base of trees with cinderblocks was a can’t- fail-landscaping technique. we have just about broken our backs undoing what the last tenants did. its hard to make a home for yourself when you are demolishing the house at the same time.
and yet. last night, it felt like home to me. it was nothing out-of-the-ordinary. nick cooked a simple but delicious meat & potatoes meal. i worked on the sewing machine.
there are little moments and little places in this house that make it a home. and quite frankly, they keep me sane.
