nine nights (the pink house present)

i've slept in the pink house nine nights

i've done five loads of laundry and set up the kitchen i've arranged my toiletries and cleaned sinks and toilets

i've folded my tops and hung my dresses i've searched for one item in 44 different boxes

best of all i've been warmly welcomed in the community

and yet . . . it still feels strange kind of like staying at an airbnb as if this isn't permanent and i'll be going back to winterchase soon

i guess that means i'm still in the pink house adjustment period the settling-in period the surreal-to-real period

waiting for that moment when "this is my home now" sinks in

so much reminds me of that first year in italy the dust, the chaos, the ongoing renovation the quirks of a century-plus-old house the learning curves to living in one

but then i remember how hard everything else was to adapt to there and how much easier this move is by comparison

i know it will be okay it will just take time change of any kind simply takes some getting used to even when planned and positive even when less difficult, less stressful

i welcome all of these changes in my life the trials and the transformations because i've always feared stagnation more than anything else

therefore i will gladly accept even revel in the disruption and the disarray while unwrapping the pink house present         tweet