It's ironic really, this settling.
Our house is finally starting to feel like a home. More and more days go by where I think of this house as our home more than the old one. We still don't have a lot of our "stuff," but little by little we are adding more new "stuff" to make this home ours. I have Halloween decorations up, some that I even made!! We celebrated Kellen's birthday here, a celebration memory in our house. I am starting to think about decorating Kellen's big boy room and about what the nursery will look like for the next kiddo (no, we are not having another baby right now!). It's starting to feel normal, settled even.
As we settle into this house and into our new routine, our house also settles. It makes noises, as though it's relaxing into an overstuffed Lazy Boy in anticipation of an afternoon of football. Unfortunately though, this settling, this relaxing, causes problems in the house. Our garage door gets stuck often. Doors don't close exactly like they are supposed to, hinges slightly off. Fortunately there are no cracks in the walls, though I know it can happen.
It's funny, settling. It allows you to relax but not to the point of complacency. I guess that's ok.