Today my mom and I cleaned out an empty apartment. Neal and I dropped off keys and pulled out of our parking spaces for the last time. We laughingly said our farewells to apartment living on the elevator ride down to the main floor.
As I type the geese are honking, flying from field to field. Out the back windows are open spaces and trees. I've seen the sunrise light up clouds in the east. A yellow Pyrex bowl of apples sits on our farmhouse table. We are home.
It has been a little like Christmas to open boxes packed away for so long. I like existing with just the basics, but I also like having a few special things out of storage, like a small black bird from a Canmore trip. Little things that make my heart happy.
We have plans for this place. It is still pretty bare and the process of making it our home is one that I know will take time. We've put hearts, souls and elbow grease into this place from the beginning and we plan to continue. Speaking of elbow grease, we really could not have made it here without the help of our family. You are all amazing and mean the world to us.
The fire seems like a lifetime ago, so much has changed. I would have never imagined myself here. Life is just like that sometimes, full of twists and turns and surprises, Sometimes the devastating can grow into the beautiful. I think I know someone who is in that business. He is here with open hands and our cup overflows.