Home

I have finally unpacked all of my bags. It feels weird to truly call this place home. This is no longer vacation or a short term trip. This is my place to belong. These girls are my family. I am not living out of a suitcase. My toiletries do not have to neatly remain in the bags I brought them over in. This bed. This room. They are mine. I live here. I went grocery shopping.

 I cooked dinner tonight....in MY kitchen. I will do laundry tomorrow (for the first time) with my detergent. Its all so bizarre. Don't get me wrong, I love being here and I am excited for what is to come, but this transitional period is definitely so much more surreal than I imagined it would be.

Proverbs 24:3-4
By wisdom a house is built, and by understanding it is established; by knowledge the rooms are filled with all precious and pleasant riches.