We walked through each room, taking in the fact that this is our new home, turning on lights and opening cupboards and closets. Two Little Girls danced and spun crazy circles in each room – the beauty of a big house with no furniture.
As we unloaded boxes from the trailer into the garage, the coyotes sang us a welcome. Or maybe they were letting us know they’d be happy to eat our chickens. Either way, coyotes being the only noise we could hear besides ourselves was much appreciated, a far cry from the sirens and car alarms and constant traffic noise of The Little Homestead in the City.
Seeing my husband in front of a fire, with the dog beside him, was like seeing him just a little bit more complete.
We camped out in the living room with our air mattress and sleeping bags by the fire, sipped glasses of good wine, and then promptly fell sound asleep. This much excitement is exhausting!
The whole night was a little bit like a dream… well, except for the whole getting-in-the-driveway debacle, but that’s a whole different post.