Haven’t blogged for a few weeks, but I’ve been busy. Moved into our Christchurch house on our ten year wedding anniversary (boy that was romantic), unpacked and built furniture for two weeks, turned 36 (feeling pretty melancholy about that) and had a week of Jackson being ill/teething (because he always does them at the same time).
For the last few days I have started to have this unusual feeling, the feeling of being home. We’re here to stay (don’t panic mum, not forever), we don’t have plans to move, this isn’t temporary, we can live our life. Obviously we haven’t stopped living in the last nine months – I am shattered from all the life we’ve been living! What I mean is we can build a routine, we can create a home and take time to watch our children grow up with time left over to pick up hobbies and spend time with friends.
And for those of you who would like to see this home we’re making for ourselves…
Come and have a cup of
tea coffee sometime.