And I don’t just mean the décor.
Every one of us here has been walking through a wee bit of transition…
Last year, R-boy was a high school freshman.
Now he’s a six-inches-taller, voice-an-octave-lower high school sophomore who’s finding his groove, owning his style, pursuing his passions, and driving my car. He’s growing into himself and growing out of just about everything else.
Now she’s a totally-rocking-it-at-life college dropout who’s landing work for herself like she was born to do it. She’s chasing her dreams, finding her voice, building her business, and uncovering a whole world of creative possibilities.
Now I’m an even busier freelance copywriter and even longer-time single mom who sees an empty nest looming up ahead, who’s trying to keep up with all the changes (and feelings!), and who’s dating a great guy.
So. Wherever we go from here, there’s one thing I know for sure:
This season at R-house is a magical moment in time.
And while some days it feels like I’m just trying to keep up with it all, I am also doing my best to savor it.
But enough of that.
Let’s talk furniture.