Two Months In: A Mid-Year Reflection

As we turn the corner into June, I’ve found myself reflecting on how quickly life can shift. It’s been nearly 2 months since Joe and I moved into our new home, and in that short stretch of time, so much has shifted… our routines, our pace, and perhaps most meaningfully, our hearts.

This move, came after a conversation we had on New Year’s Day. It wasn’t planned, not exactly. But in the quiet hours after watching the Rose Parade, we sat down and began to talk honestly about our hopes for the year ahead… about simplifying, realigning, and stepping into a new season of life with intention.

We didn’t know where we’d go at first… just that we felt a tug to move. We imagined a town or city with a little more ease, and decided that instead of buying again, we’d try something different. By February 10, we put our home on the market. Two days later, we had a full offer. By Valentine’s Day, we were in escrow.

The process moved quickly… quicker than we imagined. The buyer wanted to close early, and we did everything we could to meet that timeline, even before we had a new place locked in. It was hectic. It was overwhelming. But somehow, it all unfolded.

We moved into our new townhome just before the end of March.

These past two months have been full… of unpacking, adjusting, and settling. We’ve been finding new routines, getting familiar with new surroundings, and little by little, creating a space that reflects who we are now.

The area feels peaceful. Our home is comfortable and manageable. And financially, we feel grateful… we’ve lightened our load, simplified our commitments, and created more space in every sense of the word. There’s a sense of freedom in knowing that we’re where we’re meant to be, for now.

Just recently, we heard that the home we sold is going back on the market. There was a moment of surprise… followed quickly by a deep sense of gratitude.

If anything in the sale had shifted or fallen through, we might still be in a holding pattern, waiting for clarity or scrambling to make new plans. Instead, everything finalized at just the right time, and we were able to step forward with confidence.

It reminded me again of how much grace surrounded this move. Even when we didn’t have all the answers, we were being guided… and that sense of timing has brought lasting peace.

Looking back now from the quieter place, I see how perfectly timed it all was. We went through escrow during Lent… a season of reflection and release. By Easter, we were stepping into something new.

Joe and I have felt deeply that this wasn’t just a move… it was an invitation. A call to trust. A chance to live with greater simplicity and gratitude. There’s been beauty in starting fresh. There’s also been grace in every hard moment we’ve faced, and peace in the quiet after the whirlwind.

Two months in, our home still doesn’t feel “finished”…but our hearts are full. As we reach this halfway point in the year, I can honestly say I feel rooted. Not because everything is perfect, but because we listened, we leapt, and we landed.

There’s something beautiful about trusting the process, even when you can’t see the full path. And, there’s great comfort in knowing that home is not just a place…but a sense of peace, built one step at a time.

Thank you for being here with me as I pause and reflect on this unfolding new chapter. Whether you’re standing at the edge of a big change, nestled into a season of calm, I hope you’re noticing your own small signs of grace… those little reminders that you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.