It started with just thinking about light fixtures, which led me to think about how much I like my ceiling fan which suddenly brought forward the idea of how much I love my house. My home full of all its quirks; raw naked light bulbs, floor boards that don't quite meet the wall and leave a lovely little gap where cheerios and screws accumulate and hundreds upon thousands of creaky floor boards that are much much much older than me.
And I love every.single.one of those quirks. When we bought this house we stretched ourselves to the max to get into it and as a million months pregnant me said as I directed the movers from my seat on the front porch "I'm never ever moving again". I love that this house was a blank slate and we could do every little bit ourselves. (Which I sometimes curse as I look for hours and days and weeks for the perfect light fixture to hang in the hallway). its going to take years to get there, but we've got all the time in the world. It's reassuring to know that if it doesn't all get done this year, there will be plenty of chores to keep us busy for many years.
Not only do we have a perfect house, it's in the perfect neighbourhood. The coffee shop where one of Jeff's favourite musicians used to go to, the ice cream shop where we're going to walk for after dinner cones when the munchkin is bigger.
But what I love the most is that this house will tell the story of our life as a family. Our future, and our children's future will take place in this home. We'll have talks around the kitchen table (hopefully someday I'll find a kitchen table that we didn't inherit with a house), play games in the backyard and have many many holidays here.
PS. In case you're wondering, the solution to gaps between floor boards and walls is white duct tape.