We found home.

We never want to leave this place
This home: on the top of a hill between two wild woods, birds are singing at 7 am outside our light kitchen window. We are seated at the wooden table on a built -in wooden bench, feeling very French I must say, drinking coffee from our new coffee cups, and eating a buttered -to -perfection toast.
We are like two three year olds; the space in this place to us, seems like vast distances, we can get lost if we want to or we can enter a closet and find other lands right behind it!
We roll up the shades in the bedroom and we are almost blinded by the light absorbing us from all directions, the trees outside covered with last night's snow, somebody's walking their dog, and a Saturday quietness.
Walk down the big hallway and there's so much more, rooms and windows and great feeling of love everywhere.
We never want to leave this place, we are sure. I arranged all my perfumes and make up in my little furry bathroom, where Peter will enter only when he misses me, he decided.(or to pee in the morning...) and Peter arranged all his stuff in the big wooden room and I will visit him when he'll forget to say hello, being busy at his solid wooden desk.
And in the big room where we are going to have good friends sipping on good wine and telling jokes, we shined the old piano and planted our tree. it's their home too.