Those first few days felt very strange, like I was living somewhere new. Which I was.
But as the weeks went on, it slowly sunk in and started to feel like home. My home.
I still ask how I got this. And then I remind myself this was all possible from the years of saving up my money and working all of my jobs for so long.
That's when I say it wasn't sheer luck or chance that got me my new place. It was hard work and determination finally paying off.
I'd show you pics but I still haven't fully unpacked and not everything is where I want it. It's too cluttered looking to show off but just imagine a warm and inviting and colorful space.
In the meantime, here's some views from my windows. I overlook the lake and get to wake up to the harbor every day.
How blessed am I!
Epilogue: And I may have been listening to this underplayed Madonna song (loudly) several times while cooking dinner in my lovely remodeled kitchen...
Sing it, Madonna.