How come the things which make us happiest often stress us most along the way?
I am exhausted from the move,
from all the unpacking,
from the decorating,
from trying to make it all perfect
from day one.
But today,
we just stopped,
dropped the boxes,
and shut the door.
We left the paintings unhung,
the books unshelved,
the shoes un-put-away.
And flopped.
Given the small inconvenience of not having a sofa until September,
that actually meant we flopped onto the floor.
Still, the icecream tasted just as good sat leaning against the wall.
And as we sat laughing,
surveying our new home,
the aches started to fade, the excitement returned
and we remembered what it was all about.
I think we’re going to like it here
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This month I am going to aim for more photos, less words, so keep a look out for a peek into my August (including some shots of our new house, once we have unpacked a little more!)
