Home.

We've been in our house for over a year now, and we've been doing a lot of work to make it ours.  We've painted and decorated Belly Boo's bedroom, painted the living room and dining room, and I've made curtains in the living room, dining room and kitchen.  The Hubs has his man cave downstairs and I have my craft room upstairs.  This house is very well lived in.

But it still doesn't feel like home.

Home is still over an hour away at my parent's house.  It's close to where my family and friends are.  It's my comfort zone, where I know that everything is going to be okay.

I still don't feel that way here and I don't know why.  We live in a great area, but I still can't let go of Berks County no matter how hard I try.  Some days are better than others, but most of the time I just want to go home.  

Does it get easier?  And if it does how long does it take?

I hope it's soon.  I'm not sure I can take it much longer.

In less depressing news...it finally rained today, which is good because we needed it.  And we have a busy weekend coming up.  It's always something!