Our first home was the lovenest, and it was pretty awesome for a lovenest. Small, furnished entirely with secondhand items donated by relatives, our first newlywed home together. We did all the important newlywed firsts there - the first time we forgot to get the mail for several days, the first time I burned dinner for us, the first time we slept right through church :)
This weekend, we moved to a new place. We made a trip over there the night before we moved in, with the express purpose of deciding what we would call it. (Also, it was that or keep packing, so, yeah.) We felt the carpet beneath our bare feet, we snapped these pictures, we laid on the hardwood floor, we tested the sound of the doorbell.
And then we looked out the window. A few gigantic old trees are outside, and from our vantage point on the third floor, we could see the tops of the branches and leaves. Coming from a basement apartment, where the only thing you can see is the top of the small shrubbery by the sidewalk, we felt like we were flying.
^^ blurry, I know, but still, Jason's becoming quite the photo snapper ^^
So welcome to the treehouse!
I have a feeling this will be an awesome home for us.
Maybe I'll take more pictures if I ever get these boxes unpacked.
Does anyone else name their homes?
