I'm really home!

I don't know what is wrong with me. We've been here for over three weeks and I haven't hung anything on the walls! I admit, part of it is because these walls are plaster and it is kind of a pain to hang things on plaster. However, I think that I am a bit in denial of the fact that I am really home, that I can really settle. Wow! What a feeling...I'm amazed by this unfamiliar feeling. We've spent our whole marriage (almost five years, by the way:), knowing that we will move on from wherever we were living. I've never fully engaged, which is kind of a sad thing to admit. But at the same time, I've always felt that this little city is home--no matter where we've lived. I really love it here. I feel like myself and more ready than ever to make a home. Now I need to just hang our lovely things on the walls because it is really about time. I'm really home now...I can settle in.