So we are moved in to our new/old home. Well sort of.
We are here. The dog is here. The furniture is here. There are a LOT of boxes here. But, not all of our stuff is here.
This is the challenge of trying to move a family of 5 from a 2400 sq ft ranch-style home with an open floor-plan that was built in 2012, to a 1800 sq ft home built in the 1930s. It is a work in progress and will likely remain that way for the next couple of weeks.
So we are living in this strange kind of limbo. We seem to have moved from the limbo of living in one house knowing we were moving, to living in another house with part of our lives left behind. There has been a lot to adjust to. More than I thought, more than I planned for. The girls seem to have just slid right in to our new life here. They had their beds set up and covered in "stuffies" on the very first day of moving.
We discovered one of the great benefits to living in the city...
I made sure to get some touches of home put up pretty quickly to help with our transition:
This sweet gift (Numbers 6:24) was from a dear friend back in Virginia, it has hung in 4 houses in the past 6 years and reminds us that we are always home and can never travel further than God's love.