It is difficult to pinpoint exactly when a house transforms into a home. Somehow, over time it becomes something more than its collective furniture enclosed by brick walls. It has to do with the the little things... finding that perfect, cozy reading spot... the moment you discover you finally can find the bathroom in darkness because you know the path by heart... the feeling you get when you walk through the front door and realize... this is home.
Tony and I have enjoyed placing our own personal touches on our house to make it into our own. It has come a long way from the mardi-gras-themed decor we saw on our initial walk-through. We shared the transformation process with parents and siblings, as visitors came throughout the summer. Kit joined us in August, and I love that we live under the same roof again. I look around and see reminders of our growing son, movie nights, lazy weekend mornings, winning (and failed) cooking attempts, decorating experiments, investigation spots for an energetic puppy. And, I realize that somewhere over the course of the last 4 months, this house has become a home.
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