After a good month and a half, I finally feel like I’m settling into my new house. It feels like home to me. It’s filled with a mix of furniture and belongings that I’ve kept along the way, as well as new pieces that have been added to the mix. My mom assigned herself to be my interior designer from the get go, since that is her passion. My dad was the photographer who helped me choose prints and had them framed. Most of them are snapshots from our travels. There are mementos and love spread throughout, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.


I can’t decide what room in my house I favor best. I enjoy each and every part of my home. I knew I was moving for about a year, so it gave me plenty of time to plot out the layout, look and feel. I decided early on that I wanted to fill my house with friends and family often. I hosted a brunch shortly after my move-in date as a kick-off. I found myself running around hosting and having a great time and forgot to take photos. Here are a few of the photos I snapped quickly.




Since then I also have declared ‘Sunday Night Dinner’ a tradition over my place. Between the brunch and my Sunday dinners, I’ve been cooking up The Pioneer Woman’s recipes and we have thoroughly enjoyed each and every one of them.



This is only the beginning and now I’m overly anticipating the season that is upon us. I may have already placed a pumpkin in my home. Yes, I’m one of those people. I love the Fall, Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas, and will soak up every second of the holiday season, which for me, begins on October 1st.

I’m delighted I joined the ranks of all of you who are homeowners out there. Home is where the heart is.