Settling In

There are still a lot of boxes hanging around from our move, but they are gradually decreasing in number. Today I hung a bunch of pictures, which made me feel really at home. I mean, I may be stepping over boxes, but at least there's something on the walls, dang it!

Some pictures of our pictures:

Living room. (Yes, that picture was hanging somewhere else initially.)

Sun nook(?)  (I don't know what to call this cool space.)

Dining area. (There is a formal dining room, but it currently has Jane's drum set and our piano in it.)

Bar area in kitchen.

Hallway to kitchen: home to my beloved Kandinsky print.

New home of the gorgeous antique German wall clock that my Father-in-Law gave us.

Guest bathroom

I was just reveling in how at home I was feeling when there was a knock at the door and these were delivered:

They were from our new landlords, along with a note welcoming us and hoping that we were settling in.

It's been about 20 years since I last rented a house, but I don't remember this being standard operating procedure back then.  How lucky did we get to find not only the perfect house but these lovely and gracious people to work with?

You know how sometimes you get these moments filled with near-painful happiness and hope for the future?  It's like that.

(Also, I swear to patch every last one of the holes made by those pictures.)