the welcome here is endless

I couldn't, for the life of me, give you a photo that could articulate the happiness i feel.
I am so happy. I am so happy to see my things, to sit at my little antique desk, to have dinner at my table, to sleep in my bed with my sheets and duvet.
This has been the best week. So hard and so rewarding. I moved all by myself. My daughter was there and a huge help, but she is twelve. I did it all by myself.
I had some help from good friends with hanging up mirrors and what-nots, but everything else i lugged and organized and directed, and now we are here. All unpacked. Fire burning in the woodstove, dinner at the table, children snoring softly.
I know i have waxed endlessly about my housefire, but i didn't realize how it had affected all of us until we were here. We were out of sorts and lost for six months. We were not home.
And now we are.
And it is so much better than i could have hoped.
I feel great. I feel like i can move on with my life. I feel deeply, truly happy.