It' s now October.
And that means exactly five things: 1. Next month is November (!!!) 2. I have been a puppy momma for one whole month 3. The leaves are changing 4. Switching out the afternoon joe/tea for a warm cup of locally made apple cider 5. I've been living on my own for three months and the bungalow has a steady flow of people. (But, man, that went those months went fast. Like, so so fast)
As I sit here, with my pup at my feet, the wind blowing and grey's anatomy reruns turned on I can't help but to be homesick. Not in a I want to go back to Seattle ASAP way. But a I can't wait to remember this moment because I feel at home in this moment way. Being here, right now feels like home. When I moved out I wrote down my hopes and dreams of moving out on my own, as I reread them I am overwhelmed with the Lord's goodness he has for everyone that walks through. In three short months, my home has been a place for countless dance parties, rivers of tears, cuddles, too many awkward silences, weekly movie nights and an ever-changing routine. To put it in the simplest form, life is so full even when it seems slow.
My biggest hope for the bungalow is that it will be a place to come and see a little more of Him.
And that means exactly five things: 1. Next month is November (!!!) 2. I have been a puppy momma for one whole month 3. The leaves are changing 4. Switching out the afternoon joe/tea for a warm cup of locally made apple cider 5. I've been living on my own for three months and the bungalow has a steady flow of people. (But, man, that went those months went fast. Like, so so fast)
As I sit here, with my pup at my feet, the wind blowing and grey's anatomy reruns turned on I can't help but to be homesick. Not in a I want to go back to Seattle ASAP way. But a I can't wait to remember this moment because I feel at home in this moment way. Being here, right now feels like home. When I moved out I wrote down my hopes and dreams of moving out on my own, as I reread them I am overwhelmed with the Lord's goodness he has for everyone that walks through. In three short months, my home has been a place for countless dance parties, rivers of tears, cuddles, too many awkward silences, weekly movie nights and an ever-changing routine. To put it in the simplest form, life is so full even when it seems slow.
My biggest hope for the bungalow is that it will be a place to come and see a little more of Him.