Honey, I'm Home

We're finally in our new place.

It feels a little empty here in country suburbia. We have beautiful sunsets and lovely farmland and a bonified old-school downtown.

We have new paint and light fixtures, squishy carpet, and a dining room table I'm afraid to eat on.

We need some pictures on the walls, though. And maybe just that sense of "home" that takes time to build in a place. How many dinners or walks to the park? Or maybe we just need Eunice's window treatments.