We’ve settled quite nicely into our new house. It’s hard to imagine: just one year ago, we were swimming in boxes, our trips to the hardware store frequent, our expenses never-ending. But, slowly, we made this empty space into a home, defining corners as cozy, designating rooms for play and relaxation. We’re still in the midst of it, of course. And quite honestly, I don’t believe we’ll ever be finished. Perhaps that’s the price (among many) that one pays for being a homeowner: there’s always a knick to fix, a fixture to change, a color to paint.
I was recently in pursuit of finding art work to occupy one of our empty walls, and came across this lovely print.
It’s a basic concept, that at times gets lost to many (including myself). How can a home NOT be filled with anything but functionality and beauty? After all, it is a sanctuary, a place all our own (I mean, we pay enough to inhabit the place, right?).
So as our quest continues to fluff our nest and make it as safe and conducive for us and our little girl, we’ll bear this simple, yet powerful concept in mind. Because aside from love, I’d like to be enclosed in a place of exquisite beauty and wonderful purpose as well.