We are here. Arrived in our new house, but not quite arrived yet.
This move is a process.
We are spending our days getting to know this house, fitting our lives inside and around it. Getting used to different spaces and dimensions.
Trying to find new ways to fit things; letting go of ideas, habits, and stuff.
I have been doing well keeping calm and positive.
Even when our sofa didn’t make it into our living room. And the wardrobe into our bedroom. When you unpack one box, turn around, and the others have mysteriously multiplied behind your back.
I have laughed at surprises, like finding out that the kitchen cupboard that wouldn’t open is in fact a dishwasher. I am using it for storage. I don’t need a dishwasher in my kitchen. I need space.
Just today, things got to me a little.
With my husband off to work, still no sofa or wardrobe in sight, still having to get rid of our old ones, still having to clean the old house, still more boxes…
It’s been a long day.
So when Kaya went to bed, I ran a bubble bath and grabbed a magazine and a tub of ice cream.
This bath tub has the tap in the corner, and a neat space to lean back in, so it’s actually comfortable! The only thing I was missing was something to hold my reading material. But then I discovered that a baby bump is a pretty good ice cream tub stand, so all was well.
There are things I love here. The colour we painted our living room. The windows. The garden! The water pressure. The lilacs outside.
I am just looking forward to that point, one or two weeks from now, when the boxes will be unpacked, or at least out of sight. When we remember where we put the sugar and when we’ve found Kaya’s missing pair of shoes. When we have our routine back, when we know our way around, when we can sit down (maybe even on a sofa) and just relax.
And call this place our home.