Moving

You are a new house:
empty and void of memories, eager to be filled. 

You are everything familiar and fresh all at once.
I don't yet know your creaks or your leaks or your broken places.
I haven't read your treasured stories told in popcorn ceilings.

But, I know your layout and the feel of your walls. 
I chose you for your bones and your structure
and the way I imagined myself with you. 

How harmoniously I envision everything working together. 
Soon I'll be able to walk your halls in the dark,
and my belongings will wear marks on your flooring. 

You are a new house:
empty and void of memories, eager to be filled. 

But you still feel like home.