Remembering the Spoons
I’ve lived in Chatham for a year now. A lot has happened in a year. The walls are painted, the wild and overgrown yard is somewhat tamed, the rooms are invitingly furnished, and oh yeah, I had a baby. Thinking back to last summer, I remembered how unsettled and exhausted I felt. Everything had to find its home before I could feel at home. Thinking about this, I remembered my blog post from last year about the spoons and smiled. I’ve come a long way in a year. I feel at home i
