Welcome to our home; where the bed is never made, dog toys are strewn about, and no matter how many times I vacuum grass still seems to accumulate on my hardwood floor.

After a grueling coupling of months we are finally in our new home! About a week after my last post we closed on the house we had been so anxiously waiting to move into. Hallelujah!

As I write this post my husband and I, as well as our two dogs, have lived at this new address for just over a month. I am proud to say that we are almost completely unpacked and by “almost completely” I mean that anything we couldn’t easily put away we shoved down into the basement. (Thankfully we have a rather large basement). I figure as long as no one can see it and we don’t have to stare at it every day it doesn’t really matter if some boxes sit unpacked. Unfortunately, this means that the rather unpleasant task of cleaning the basemen is looming in the near future. (Maybe if we are lucky some magical elves will clean it up for us at night while we sleep). 

The first month in our new home has been great, especially since we are living in a house that we actually own (or you know, will own once we pay off the mortgage). The best part though is that we can do whatever we want because it is OUR house. We can put things where we want, decorate how we want, and not have to worry that someone else  may be watching TV when your favorite show is on. If I want I can walk around naked, although the neighbors might get offended because we don’t have full coverage curtains yet.Which brings me to the next project on our list. DECORATING!!

I am really looking forward to making this new house a home and I can’t wait to get new furniture and all the little knick knacks that really personalize your space. Tom and I have very different styles though so things are sure to get interesting.

So until I am able to talk Tom into some brand new curtains for the living room I will just stick to laying around in my underwear drinking wine straight from the bottle. (Why would I want to dirty another glass when I’m the one who will have to wash it now?)