It’s hard to believe that we have passed the Two Year Anniversary of owning our home. It was such a big goal for us for so long. Even now it is hard to believe that this is our house. Although it could also be that we still have 75% of our lives in boxes. Nothing says “We don’t really live here” like a mountain of boxes. Nothing has been unpacked that wasn’t necessary, until this weekend when I got to enjoy unpacking my books. Not all of them of course, but enough to make me smile for 3 days straight. It’s ridiculous I know, but there are very few things that make me as happy as seeing a bookcase full of books. Now I just need to convince Eric that of course the other bookcases are more important than finishing the kitchen, a second bathroom, or his office…Yeah so not happening, but a girl can dream. And by the time I’m done reading the 700+ books I haven’t seen in 2 years (plus a few I may have bought recently), maybe we’ll be finished with all the other areas. I have plans to put books everywhere in our home. Old Hardback books mixed in with other things in the Living room and Dining room, a bookcase built into the Landing upstairs for kids and casual reading (Bean bags available upon request), a half-wall bookcase in the bedroom for more paperbacks, and a full wall bookcase in our guest room (otherwise known as the ‘Library’) for all the other books I have and want (I still own the encyclopedias I used to write reports in Middle School before you could Google anything you wanted to know). I’m even having a bookcase built on the end of my kitchen island – but that one is for Cookbooks so it kind of doesn’t count. Even if you don't get as giddy as I do looking at that full bookcase in my craft room, anyone who sees it knows that it represents progress. Not only do we live here but we are settling in to stay.
