A Larson Lost

You know, this period of settling in has been great.  At first, boxes were everywhere, his stuff was meshing with mine (i.e. we were giving a lot of his away...), and we were facing loads of potential in this little house we call home.  And I have enjoyed setting stuff up and seeing it come together, little by little.
But considering for most of my adult life I have only had to worry about decorating a little room with pictures of my friends and maybe contributing a couple of candles to the common living space shared with roommates, this is a big leap.
Martha must be out of town 'cause I've been trying to channel her for weeks.
The trouble is patience.  That, my friends, is not a revelation.  I am just so darn IMPATIENT. I want it all DONE.  YESTERDAY.  Once I buy something, I want it outoftheboxandputinitsspotrightthen.
But our little place has been coming along quite nicely.  It actually feels like home.

On another note, I have officially changed my name.  No longer a Larson, I am legally a Soldano.  After sitting at the DOL long enough to panic, thinking "Gosh darnit,Natalie- why didn't you take any time to consider Larson-Soldano, for crying out loud," it was done and it was right.
I don't think that fact has quite settled in me yet.  I don't feel or look any different.  I haven't really had time to think about how I am now a part of Kenny more than ever, that our children will never be Larsons, and that the Natalie Anne Larson Of Old was once a toe-headed girl who loved purple and jungle green, collected Polly Pockets, and wore stirrup pants.
...and that girl is no more (well hallelujah- why wouldn't you want to leave that uncool girl behind, you ask?).  ;)  Now I am Natalie Anne Soldano, part of a new family and filling the new role of wife.  I haven't had to introduce myself yet or sign a receipt, so those will probably be the kickers.
And let's be real- this Soldano will always be a Larson. :)