after a week of house/dog sitting at my In-Laws i just walked through my front door, arms full of things that were needed for a whole week spent away.
it’s the small things in life, but today, for the first time, i didn’t view this big green house as simply the place i moved to a few months ago — it honestly felt like home. and when you think about it, that’s not such a small thing. it’s more like a big thing.
it smells like home, feels like home, and is the sanctuary for my soul that home needs to be. and i’m so thankful it’s become that.