Ok, I know my last entry was, well, a little emo.

A lot emo.

Sorry about that.

So! I present to you a much more uplifting post.

I LOVE our new house. Preston loves it. Conor loves it. The cats love it. The dog misses her fence and isn’t a huge fan of the little dogs all around the neighborhood but she’s totally getting there and WILL love it!

We have everything arranged just right. All of the boxes are unpacked. We’ve purchased an amazing new loft bed for Conor and a new dining table. Everything has its place. (OK, the garage needs some work, but we have a garage!)

I said all along that even though it was a really tough decision, we made it with loads of logic, and I’m really glad that we were able to look through the emotional pieces of selling the house toward the practical advantages. I give Preston all of the credit for that – while he was fantastic at acknowledging my feelings, he definitely helped me to keep my eyes on the prize.

A prize that includes newer stuff, more house and storage space, lower utility bills, neighbors who bring bundt cakes (we’ve received 2), the only kid in the neighborhood next door, no yard work or limbs to fall on the house, and a laundry room near the bedrooms.

We tell Conor all the time – “hard things are worth doing.” Moving was a hard thing. And I’m very glad we did it.