Putting my daughter to sleep in a house that we OWN was a surreal experience tonight. Frightening(holy shit were going to have to take care of this place), awesome(this is all ours!) and totally surreal. She kept sitting up and looking around the room, as if surveying her new surroundings. Moving is HARD. Moving with an almost two year old is intense and not very productive. My legs ache. My brain hurts. And I only did a fraction of what my husband did. But we did it. Thanks to a lot of wonderful people we have a place we can actually call home. And that means so much.