I am here!

A year ago today I made an offer on my home.  And so began a wonderful adventure. 
A year and two days ago I saw my home for the first time.  It was love at first sight!  Okay, honestly, it was more than love, it was an extremely strong impression from the Spirit before I ever arrived to see it.  I knew in my heart of hearts, before I ever walked in that this is what I felt good about. I had some logical reasons for resisting that and trying to talk myself out.  But when I came in, it was just lots of confirmation that it wasn't only what I felt--this was also what I wanted.  And it was an incredible, wonderful experience to have such a strong confirmation that this was The right place.  I didn't think it would matter--that whatever I chose would be fine.  But there was no denying that this was a definite instruction. So I made an offer and 6 weeks later I closed and moved in. That's what really happened--but I still like to say it was love at first sight.  :) Because it was that too!

So many miracles leading up to the momentous 22nd offer (everything from getting my phone to finding Cindy to a dozen other things) and also continuing through the weeks until closing.  I felt so led and so blessed.

It's all been on my mind as the dates roll around again.  Only the dates tell me it's the same time!  Doesn't feel like it; about 40 degrees (no exaggeration) warmer this year and no Christmas trip around the corner.  But it's been lovely to remember. :)

When I closed and was officially a home owner, I remember the thought I'm about to share.  I even wrote it in my journal.  I wrote to myself--there will likely be times when this is hard and I'll wonder why I did it.  Why I chose this home.  But I want to remember the promptings of the Spirit and move forward, not second guessing.  That's what I wrote then.

But here's the thing.  None of that has happened.  Just hasn't.  I love my house every single day.  Sure, it has things that aren't perfect (which I knew about from that first viewing).  Things have broken and needed fixed--and I've fixed them and felt no regret or frustration.  I like being a home owner.  And I love my house more than ever.

Why does it matter?  Well, it's something that probably doesn't really make sense, except maybe to the few who might have a similar background.  Permanency, geographical permanency, is scary to me.  When I had to pick a state to take the bar exam in, it caused so much anxiety I was making myself sick about it.  Such a commitment to one state!  Yet I've moved from that to buying a home, a permanent place (which I am perfectly aware does not have to be for forever--don't get me wrong) and I'm LOVING it.  This is huge, Huge, HUGE for me.  Who knows all the reasons the Lord led me to buy a home and to buy this one, but I have no doubt that part of it was to help me embrace permanency. 

So this week, as I've been remembering this year and savoring each anniversary day, I do so with gratitude and joy that I'm here. I'm here.  Physically, emotionally, even spiritually, I am here. 

I am home.