Strange

Every day I walk through my house.  I take pictures and look at pictures of my house.  I am asked to make decisions about my house. But I still don't feel like it's my house.  It's strange really.  Steve has always been a project guy.  He always had a project and I always hung around watching the project take shape.  This is no different.  I feel like it is a project.  One that is beautiful and amazing.  But I don't have that feeling that I will in fact be living there...actually living there...in a few months.  I keep telling myself that reality but it just doesn't seem to sink in.  Oddly there have been a few occasions where the feeling slips in.  All have been in moments when I am cleaning it.  For instance the other day I was shop vaccing all the saw dust.  In that moment it felt like a reality, like this was my house and I was living in it.  I know it is coming and I am super excited.  Here's hoping when move in day arrives I finally get the feeling that this is home.