Last night while clearing the dinner table in our new house, I started humming a song my mom used to sing while doing kitchen tasks: The Impossible Dream (from Man of La Mancha, apparently—I didn’t even know what the song was from until I looked it up yesterday).

I could not tell you the last time I heard, sang, or even thought about that song. I told my mom that I’m choosing to believe that means this house feels like home to me. 🏡