Day 348...

My Kacicita painted these a few years ago...and because I love them (and because she threatened to paint over them and lose them forever) I took them for me.

When I moved away from Texas a few years ago, with only a carload of my possessions, (leaving the rest of my things in storage,) these paintings came with me...journeying first to Washington, then North Dakota, before finally settling with me in Louisville.

Now, nearly two years later, after living in a hotel room for 5+ months, and then a stone-walled bug infested basement apartment for another 7 months, my current, wonderful, cozy little apartment with naked walls stared back and waited patiently until I was ready to "settle in."

A few weeks ago we put up some of my sweetheart's prints. and today, I think I will find a home for these, because they don't belong in the closet.

My favourite.

Day eighty-one - I love...Kentucky

It sounds funny to people who've never been here...

but this place is more "home" to me than any place I've ever lived.

I love this city...Louisville...I love this state. I love the scenery, the vibe, the people. 

it's perfect. it fits me. and I am the happiest I've ever been when I am driving through the gorgeous countryside. rivers. trees. valleys. horse farms. tobacco fields. old barns.

and I'm not the only one. I have friends who have moved here after years of living in other states and this is the first place that felt like "home" to them as well.

Louisville is my place.

Day sixty-four - I love...unpacking

My home is nearly all settled now.

I unpacked all but one box yesterday, a box of sweaters...it can wait until Monday. 

It looks like a home. instead of a storage unit.

This is huge, as I spent the last eight months with several things still boxed up and pushed against a wall in the second bedroom at the dungeon. (the dungeon is how I refer to the crap basement apartment we moved into last July.)

I still have a bunch of things stored in Texas...and I hope to get there soon to retrieve all those goodies, but for now...everything is unpacked, has a place, and feels comfortable and home-ish to me.

Unpacking boxes is like opening gifts on Christmas. Little surprises. "ooh I forgot I had that" moments.

It's quite happy-making.