When we moved in two weeks ago, I wanted decent furniture and decor everywhere, immediately. The IKEA trips, the rushed purchases, all of it. It just didn't feel like home. But now that the thick haze of urgency has cleared, I've found myself reflecting lately on what slow living means for a dwelling. I've been shifting my thinking, learning to be content with empty floor space. To gaze at an unfurnished room with calm anticipation, instead of an anxious desire to fill it. To only bring in items that are meaningful and thoughtfully selected. And in times of waiting when we just can't afford something new, to be overwhelmed with gratitude for having this lovely little home at all, and enjoy the longer process. So, our small selection of furniture is still what we had in the basement suite. The walls are mostly bare. But as I opened the windows this evening to the breeze, put away my phone for a while, and simply sat in the dappled light, I began to realize... that this will always be home as long as I embrace it to be.