I’m sitting outside on the patio of our new home. Drinking coffee and enjoying the coolness of 6am in Texas.
There’s a big day ahead of unpacking and cleaning and arranging, and apparently changing the air conditioning filter. Every room in the house is in a lovely state of chaos. The kind that comes to all new homes in those first days of settling in. Boxes and boxes and more boxes. The crumpled unwrappings of unpacking strewn about. Counter tops are filled with all the things of home as you find their proper places in new cabinets and drawers. Furniture is lined up in one room or another, waiting for your designer eye to determine the perfect spot.

The garage absolutely seems like a hopeless task as you dig through the stacks of your belongings looking for that certain box you know is in there somewhere. Usually on the bottom of the last place you search. It is currently the home of your linen closet, your crystal, your wall art, your dirty laundry, your unwanted furniture, your 7 tubs of Christmas decor, and your emptied boxes headed for the trash. Yet, in a few days, you may be able to put your car in there.

Everything will fall into place. You will figure out your light switches and your garage door. You will get pictures hung. You will set out your decor. You will find out what day to take out the trash and maybe meet some neighbors. You will get the chalk paint you need for that table and that organizer for your cupboard. You will fill up your fridge and find a new microwave.
But in the midst of all this – this unorganized mess – you look around and you are just grateful. This is your new home. Your new beginning. The place where you will live and grow and be with those you love. You will celebrate here. You will perhaps grieve here. This is the place you will spend your days and nights. You will cook meals and wash clothes and sweep up dog hair and watch baseball games. You will drink coffee and maybe some wine.
You will enjoy mornings on the patio.