New home

When do you know that you have arrived home after moving into a new place? It will take a while, I am sure, to fit in and feel like the new place is finally “home”… but when do you actually get that overwhelming feeling that yes, you’re finally back under a roof all your own, cozy and that accepts you unconditionally and fully at the end of a good, bad, drunken, dizzy, or just ordinary day??
When do you get that “a-ha” moment where you don’t feel like you’re just visiting for the week in the new place you just moved into? Because I feel like everything I touch, although my own, feels like mom’s or grandma’s house – familiar, but not quite mine…
Is it when you stop going to the old grocery store which is across town, but who cares, it’s worth it to you, since you know where the cheese aisle and the bread aisle are? Or maybe when you stop going to the old neighborhood pharmacy, also across town?
I have been trying to look for the “welcome home” day since I have moved over a week ago , and I don’t think it’s hit me yet!
In search of the old “me”, I have tried to make my first breakfast here, and the eggs were rotten (sorry, forgot to buy new ones during the packing and the moving and I let them expire!). Then I cooked one of my favorite dinners the other night, chicken noodle soup, but I felt more flu-y then home-y, so that doesn’t count…
I thought maybe I am finally home since my cats are now getting back into the old routine of breakfast, snacks, and wet food dinner, but that was not it , either… Maybe it’s the fact that half of my things is still in boxes that doesn’t allow me to relax? Maybe it’s the eerie quietness… Maybe it’s the “wrong” (read: “different”) positioning of the bed? Whatever it is, I am still shuffling the puzzle pieces to figure out how ALL is going to fit. But when it does, and the peace will be restored, I just know that I will know it right away! And so will the people around me, who have lost me also, lately, under a BIG pile of boxes and dusty bed spreads…