One crappy desk...

One crappy desk at St. Vincent de Paul for $5 is all it takes to get me juiced these days.  Sad? I prefer to think not! I'm 30something, a mom, a wife, a sister, a daughter, a friend, an employee...you get the drift.

The last 10 years for me have been work, add on to my house, move, have kiddos, add onto the next house, move again.

Well, it finally looks like we are going to settle into our new and so awesomely permanent digs in a matter of weeks and I cannot tell you how excited I am!
As amazing and blessed and life-changing as the last decade has been, it has also been almost constant churn.  Moving is such a great way to embrace opportunity.  But moving is also just plain exhausting.

My husband and I counted recently... since we MET 11 years ago we have moved 6 times - and that doesn't count the move coming up, nor does it count the time I left my hometown and moved to the Big Apple to be with him.  (Jobless, I was, at the time. Um, not a great plan, PS.)

So in my little head, this move coming up is big.  This is the first time we will have EVER moved somewhere together knowing we were going to be staying there for a good, long time. It is such a delight to think about.  I love the house we've purchased.  It's an old brick bungalow type, with additions, and when I walked into it the first time, I thought it said to me, "Well, you finally made it!  Come on in and settle down.  I'm so so glad you're here."

You know that Miranda Lambert song, "The House that Built Me?"
I sat on the kitchen floor and just cried giant tears the first time I heard it.  I try not to get to attached to material things.  I'm not a mansion dweller, fur coat owner, expensive car driver, and probably never will be.  But I do treasure and adore and place a premium on my home.

I've had just a few homes in my 30 something years that have meant something significant to me.  There is something inexplicably calming about the word, "home."  And now that I've moved back to my hometown after being gone for a decade, I am settling in to the reality of what it is to truly come home again - something some people say you just can't do.

Which brings me to the $5 thrift store desk that honestly, my husband can't stand.  But I know exactly where it will go in our new house.  I know I can put it there and not have to worry about "staging" the house in 6 months.  I can take the crappy old desk and turn it into something our family will use and hopefully (at least three of us - ha) come to love.
I can make it just for us.  Because that's what home is all about.

XO,
Anne