Most of us have moved into a new house. As we unpack the things, we have, we gently curse the extras we promised to leave behind, but are again finding a place to put.
This seems to be only the beginning of our problems. Finding a place for everything pails to the other problems that face us, especially if we ventured into a new town.
Where’s the corner store? Has anyone seen the Post Office, or the super market? Which school do we take the kids to, and what about sport?
The list goes on and on.
But when does this new house become home?
Is it when everything has a place, and everything is in its place? Is it when the kids are settled into school, having made new friends, or when they are back into the swing of sport, piano lessons, and art?
Could it be when finally, the new grass has covered that dusty patch, and now the kids don’t march so much dirt in? Or did you decide on day one that you were all going to make the best of your new home come what may?
