Moving

I am moving to a new house tomorrow. It's been three years and eight months since I have lived in a house of my own. The last house I lived in was with Kris. I helped him pick it out before he moved from New York to Arkansas. I really liked it, and I liked decorating too. It was such a great feeling to have a house, and keep it nice and neat. I loved it, and since leaving have missed it. I spent a lot of money on my first apartment in Dallas when I left Arkansas. I really over did it on the rent and the new furniture, but I needed a place to call my own. I needed to feel like I had a home again. My first husband Bill has remarried, which I have prayed for. I see pictures of the house we had together, and all of the furniture I picked out and it feels weird. I never really got to live there more than six months. I guess all of the thoughts of the past homes I have lived in just make this one so much sweeter. I will be bringing a baby into this home, I will have a true family in this home. All of the furniture will paid for with cash and not credit in this home. It's just right, it just feels so right. I can't wait to get moved in tomorrow. Goodnight.