the green couch and almost cried. I know this will probably sound superficial, but I missed my stuff. I missed my couch. I missed my plates. I missed the dinged-up old dresser. I missed our older-than-dirt TV. Why? Because they are ours, because they mean we are home.
Almost all of the boxes are unpacked. Some of the pictures have been hung. Most importantly, the books have been organized. We are home, indeed.