Feels like home

Making our house feel like home—it’s always been important to me. Like most little girls, I grew up daydreaming about what my future would look like— My husband, wedding, job, children, and home. What would it be like? How would it feel? What colors and paintings would I put up on the wall? ...Maybe it’s because I grew up with a Mother who had a passion and talent for design, but somewhere along the way—I inherited the trait. Well, the passion at least.

It didn't take long for my passion for making our house a cozy home to spill out into our New York apartment. First night— kitchen was set up. Complete with the main colors of red and white, an inspirational quote above the stove, magnets and photos on the fridge and the family proclamation hanging proudly on the wall. Scot had to laugh at me as most would finish unloading boxes... or at least ....the moving truck, before starting in on the whole picture hanging, color coordinating, and “cutesy” decorations thing. But I couldn't help it, I was SO excited!

With that all being said, it wasn't at all surprising that I was DETERMINED to make sure we started our Christmas decorations with a Christmas tree. Most things I’m flexible about, but we were getting a tree. Our first tree—I mean come' on, it was a must! Granted, we won’t even be here for Christmas, but until December 20^th our tree will stand proudly in the corner of our apartment, just another aspect of making it feel like home.

Scot was excited too, but obviously not AS excited as I was, but like a good husband he pretended :)


Determination took us to a whole new level as we searched for hours Monday night for our FHE activity. First we looked at some stores on the Upper East Side—it’s close to home. Won’t be far to carry we thought.

Not open.

Ok, how about Home Depot? We wandered down to the Home Depot about 23 blocks down from us. They only had fake trees and for an ENORMOUS asking price. Wasn't worth it we thought.

Then we became hopeful again as the manager of the store we were in made us aware that the Home Depot on 23^rd street had real trees and for a very reasonable price—so the adventure continued and sure enough, we found our tree.

Now....

 we just have to figure out how to get it home.

Well, no one ever said Christmas trees can’t be taken on the Subway right? Right.

 I have to say, we got some strange looks and people smiling and whispering to themselves as we squished into a subway with our tree. I told you we were determined.


 

It was a long journey but with the tree all set up and decorated, it was all worth it.  

Putting on the first ornament! ...

Now it's officially Christmas time in the Marsden house, and with the new tree it's just feeling even more like

Home.

 Confession: Google spell check just taught me that its orNament and not orDament. Embarrassing. #22yearoldspellingproblems