Almost two weeks after moving in, our house is a home. We got the keys last Monday and the initial feeling I got when I stepped into this place was one of disgust. When you see a toenail in the middle of the bedroom floor, no more than 5 minutes after stepping into the place, it kind of grosses you out *cue gagging*.

I had that overwhelming “oh-no, what have we done?” feeling on day 1, and now, on day 12, I’ve fallen in love with our cute (and now VERY clean) home. I won’t go in to details about the cleaning process, just know, I’ve never used so many Lysol wipes in my life. Ever. I hope to never have to do that again, but the reality of it is, people just don’t have the same standards of cleaning that I do (though, in this case, I’m not sure the owners even attempted to clean before they left).

Enough about how it USE to look and feel though, it is homey now and I love it. I think the cats are pretty fond of it as well. They have a lot of room to run around and play, but still have their favorite lounging spots. One of those spots is in front of the sliding glass doors that leads to the backyard. I don’t blame them though, the backyard is beautiful and very “fall” like with the leaves falling. I always expect it to feel like fall when I step outside, and am always disappointed when it doesn’t. I can’t complain though, warm weather and white sandy beaches are every bit as wonderful as you can imagine! I think this place called Florida will do just fine as home.