Black coffee in my cup.
I've been in my new house for almost a month now, and still I'm not finished unpacking. I'm missing a bag of shoes, and I'm having to get a used thermostat installed in my oven because they don't make this one anymore and getting a new stove would entail tearing out cabinetry. (It's a 1960's drop-in 27" electric range. The only one made today to fit that space is $1200 and up. Can't afford it.) In spite of all of this, I finally feel at home, you know? All the little quirks and problems -- they are MY little quirks and problems. I like waking up and planning my day. I've joined a new very active and mission-oriented church. The animals seem to have settled in. Life is good.
