I remember walking into our house for the first time since new tenants had moved in. It was filthy and reeked of cigarette smoke. Although the majority of our furniture was still there, the house didn’t smell or feel anything like the home Greg and I had created. I felt sick to my stomach being in my own home and questioned whether or not I could ever live there again. All the good memories of our short months there disappeared and were replaced by images of broken glass and stained furniture.
When we moved into our current home in January, the placed smelled of carpet cleaner and fresh paint. The apartment felt clean, but empty (probably because it was) and as we lay the air mattress out in the middle of the floor that first night, I wondered if our 7th house would ever smell and feel like home. As the wife of a man whose job is sometimes unpredictable and could lead us to house #8 in September, I’ve realized that it’s my “job” to make each new house feel like home. And so, each time we move, I put up pictures of our family to make use feel closer to the ones we love and cook dinners and bake muffins to make the space smell of the home we shared back in Canada. To all the places we have yet to live, just you wait ‘til I get my hands on you and make you our beautiful home.