I think the first time that our new home really started to feel like home was when we spent the night in Paris last weekend.
Over the course of the past 2 months, we have lived in 2 different hotel rooms for 3 1/2 weeks, then a house with a limited amount of borrowed furniture for 4 weeks. And about a week and a half ago, our household goods finally arrived.
It was such a comfort to see our old furniture and open vaguely labeled boxes to find random object that I haven’t thought about in months. We were very fortunate in those 2 months that we had what we did, and I am grateful that we have not ever been without a roof over our heads or beds to sleep in; however, it’s been so incredibly nice to finally have our things again.
And this little furry thing is happy to have her furniture back too. (And no, I did not position the bag strap over her, she wiggled into that one on her own.)
After we spent a wonderful but busy weekend in Paris, it was a relief to come home. To be back in a familiar place, with familiar things. And in all honesty, when we were in France even though it was only 2 days, I missed Germany a little bit! It’s just a relief to have that feeling that this is where we belong right now.