One night is all it took for our new house to feel like home.
Two nights is all it took to unpack the trailers and get all of our belongings in our home.
Three nights is all it took for me to fall in love.
I feel at home. A sense of peace has come over me. A peace I haven’t felt in a very long time. It will come as no suprise to many when I say I haven’t been in the best place mentally for the past couple of months. Suddenly many of the things I was stressed and worried about don’t seem as important.
I didn’t run Friday, I didn’t run Saturday, I completely skipped my long run of 16 miles and opted for a 6 mile stroller run with baby C. I didn’t have to push him – I wanted to bring him with me. We ran 6 picturesque miles on the portion of the W&OD I now live on. I don’t feel an ounce of regret or sadness over skipping my long run. Suddenly sub 3:10 isn’t as important to me as it was a week ago. I still want to run NYC Marathon but now I wonder if I even care about Marine Corps Marathon this year. Maybe things will change, but maybe they won’t.
The only room that is set up and unpacked is the living room/kitchen area. I love it. We love it.
The kids are acting crazy – giddy with excitement. I no longer dread taking them outside on our essentially tree-less street and worrying every moment that they might run out into the street and get hit. I look forward to being out in the garden, the play area, or the front driveway. This house is safer for them.
I don’t regret how I have felt the past couple of months……it has helped me grow. Helped me figure out what I want out of life and who I want on this journey with me.
I’m excited for what is left to come in 2012 and beyond!
What I’m wearing:
Old Navy Tank – Hand Me Down