April and I have spent probably 16-20 hours in the last two days re-arranging, re-organizing, and cleaning our apartment. All of the books have been cataloged on LibraryThing, and the bookshelves (with the books, of course) are now in the dining room, newly dubbed the library. April’s brother, Eric, brought her dresser from Willow Springs yesterday, so we re-arranged my bedroom and moved that in. All of the clothes are put away, all of the stuff is off the floor, and all of the wedding gifts we’ve received so far have been moved into the library.
We can walk in the living room again (which had over 400 books in it just yesterday), and the kitchen is clean for the first time in weeks. I got to play XBox some (though not much, yet), and we have a pile of stuff to get rid of. We also had breakfast with my father yesterday, who gave us a check for Christmas that has already been spent (April will be receiving a new computer chair on Thursday and we got a new printer/scanner/copier!).
Last night, after all the books were shelved, we were sitting on the couch and I was leaning over, my arm around her, as we watched the end of a TV show (on DVD) prior to going to bed. I looked around the living room and, for the first time in the two and a half years I have lived here, it felt like home. April is here, our apartment is our apartment, and we are home.
Thanks be to God.