It's All Happening

We've picked out everything for our house (flooring, cabinets, counters, etc.) and are slowly gathering our furniture, etc.  I know exactly what  it's going to look like in my head and I love it.  This is the bottom floor, starting with the entry, coming into the kitchen/dining and into the family room.

A Materialistic Post

All I want to do is sit in front of my lot and watch the construction workers work on building my house.  Not because I have a thing for construction workers, I'm just reeeeeeally excited for our new house. Not because it's big (because its not), or fancy (it's not that either), but it's just a little jewel. A sweet little precious jewel that I'm completely in love with. The house will be ready at the end of August and I can't wait.

I love the feeling of our neighborhood. I love the feeling of the layout, the floor plan.  Both the neighborhood and the layout don't necessarily scream "WELCOME TO DESERTY LAS VEGAS!" like so many houses/neighborhoods here do. There is no pink stucco. No pink Spanish-tile roofs. Actually no Spanish tile roofs at all.  The second we walked into the model of the floorplan we're building, the entire family took a deep inhale and an audible exhale.  It just felt good from the moment we literally stepped inside. I knew it had to be our house, our family felt so natural on it.
 It's annoying though, I have to force myself to think about other things besides how I'm going to decorate, like everyday things really get in my way.  Because our furniture was all either hand-me-downs from the 1970's, dumpster dive findings or very very cheap/broken, we took practically nothing with us so we're having to start from scratch.  This is daunting to my husband.  He feels the financial pressure. This is exhilerating to me.   I feel the opportunity for creative expression. This isn't to say my husband is without artistic ability or creativity--quite the opposite.  But I'm a girl and he's a boy and the need to "nest" comes more naturally to me.
Also, this represents a new beginning for us. Ending residency last year and moving to Vegas would have been this way, but while we've been here at my in-laws, it hasn't felt like life has really started for us, especially me, yet. Its felt like an extremely extended visit. I'm so grateful for my in-laws' generosity, but I'm getting so anxious to get into my own space and make it really cool and beautiful. I'm so excited. I love interior design. I just love design in general.
I made our first big furniture purchase yesterday. It was a little scary and I held my breath as I clicked "buy now," but Go and I had been eyeing this table forever, we no longer have a kitchen table and that was towards the top of the list for things to buy for the new house, so when we got word that it was going to be discontinued, I jumped on it.

I have a lot of ideas. Beautiful ideas. Slowly, they will happen. Things are good. I just need to get through this summer.

To All the Non-InstaPals I've Loved Before

Here's a highlight of what you've missed, complete with the original captions:

"Juniper Betty with her head so sweaty."

"#popawheeliesfordays"

"At the end of August, the plot on the top will have the house on the bottom built on it.  As of today, it will be ours."

"Hey Mom!  Can I take a picture of your shadow?  It makes you look really weird and ugly." #surethingkid

"The Little Sisters"

"No more training wheels.  Took off like a champ. Best of all, no falls, no scraped knees, no tears."

"Are you letting Juni play house too?  Are you including her?"

"Yah totally, Mom.  She's our hairless cat."