We hung pictures today and for the first time in probably 4 years (since the downstairs walls were repainted), it looks like people live here. The books and the food might have been a clue, but pictures hanging on the walls (that we took our very own selves) means grown-ups live here. (It’s not very grown-up to call yourself a grown-up, but we can all get over that, right? Baby steps.) Someday we’ll get around to painting our bedroom and rearranging the furniture. But first I have to pick a color. And a new duvet cover. Hard decisions are hard.
