Moving from New York to Virginia has been huge for me.  I’m not sure why, because I’ve moved out-of-state before, but this time it felt a bit monumental, like a forever after kind of move.

We don’t plan on going anywhere for a very long time folks.

There are so many aspects of this move that I can blog about, and quite honestly, it’s a little overwhelming.  I don’t think I’m ready to dig deep and give you post you can share one million and one times on social media.  I’m not there yet.

However, I can show you pictures of my house.  Wanna see?

I’m not exactly done unpacking.  I know I should be done by now, but I don’t have places to put everything just yet.  I need bookcases and a few other pieces of furniture to make life flow smoothly in the house.  Buying those things will take some time, so for now, we’re rocking the boxes, the empty spaces, and the bare walls.

I think this house was built in the 20’s, but I could be wrong.  I also think it has always been the parsonage, the house church owns and uses to house it’s pastor and family.

The Sitting Room

This is our sitting room in the front entry.  When you walk in our front door, this is what you see.

Those are paintings on the loveseat, and they still need to be framed and hung.  I bought them at an arts & crafts show before we left New York.

My gallery wall is quite eclectic.  That’s a fancy way of saying it’s a mixture of art and junk that’s been spray painted.  It’s also crooked, has a painting with a cracked frame, and is not at all hung straight.

I love it.  Seriously, I do.  This space just makes me happy.

I hung each of these pieces with my son, and we really didn’t measure.  I’m terrible with numbers, and knew I would stress myself out if I over-planned this gallery wall.  So, I just began hanging things.

I have art from a few local artists in New York, a piece from an artist in Maine, some of my kids paintings, and a stained glass cross made by the wife of one my husband’s co-workers.  Everything has some meaning, even the little yard sale painting and the ugly rooster.  The blanket and the painting of the woman on the beach came from one of my blog readers.  She sent me those years ago, and I think of her every time I see them.

This  is the other side of the front entry way, opposite the gallery wall.  It’s empty at the moment, but my plan is to put a tall bookcase in the corner and an armchair in front of the bookcase.  Curtains would be nice too, and I have a rug already picked out.

This house is quite a bit larger than our house in New York, so it will take time (aka money) to finish furnishing it, possibly quite a big of time.

We’re still in the same room.  These stairs go to the second floor and around to the kitchen, a feature we all think is pretty awesome.

That painting, the one that’s hung way too high, was my grandparents.  I know it was special to them, and I love that I can have it hanging in my home.

My plan was to give you a complete house tour in one post, but it’s not going to work.  I’d have to write about two thousand words to make that happen, and let’s face it, you wouldn’t read anything past the first paragraph.  So, let’s quit here, and we’ll pick up in the dining room on Monday .  Deal?

What’s your favorite room in your house?

If you blog, feel free to leave a link to your house tour in the comments.  I would love to virtually stop by for a visit.  I’m sure some of my readers would too!