We picked up the keys to our new house Wednesday night.  It's been a difficult time, lots of moving parts and pieces to juggle. I was so grateful we got this house, and so excited to pick up the keys that I made sure the very first thing I moved into the house was my Gratitude Jar. 

There it is! 

There it is! 

My gratitude jar is a ceramic jar I made (well, painted). Every so often that I feel spontaneously grateful for, and I'll dash off a little note about it, and stick it in the jar.

Putting the jar in my house, let me drop a sort of arbitrary line in the sand. Now I really live there.

Well, almost.

Boxes, and tigers, and furniture, oh my

Boxes, and tigers, and furniture, oh my

I just have to move these many many boxes, and our furniture, and our cats, and our home network, and our utilities, and every other little thing I haven't thought of yet.

But it's okay.  Because life is filled with these sorts of arbitrary crossroads. Yes, I'm moving, but I'm also, you know, still moving.

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AuthorMako Allen
Categories365 Gratitude