Yes! We moved! Oh my gosh. How weird is moving? Everything that makes a home reduced to boxes. The place you once lived in reduced to walls and floors. It’s quite the revelation, evidence that we make the home, rather than the place or the things…
Our new house is so lovely and light. I am so happy. My heart is literally bursting, and when it’s not bursting it’s just swelling warmly. Funny how you can live somewhere less-than-ideal and endure the tricky bits about it for YEARS ON END, but as soon as you relocate it’s like you’ve made The Great Escape. Our move is like that.
Our old house was not really even a PROPER house – it was a 100+ year old back-of-a-shop and lacked every mod con (including a kitchen within the house!) We toughed it out because…. hello binding-expensive-commercial-lease! Phew. I am so glad to be at the end of that chapter and on to the new!
So many good things happened in our old place – as tricky as it was. I wrote a WHOLE LOT of books there. I met a WHOLE LOT of wonderful people there. Our boys spent SO MANY ACE DAYS there. I am happy to have those memories.
I’m also happy to be making new good times at our new place.
When I woke up today and wandered into the new backyard the birds cooed at me and the rain fell on me and the grass smelled super green and cool. Ah.
More adventures from The Garden House RIGHT HERE very soon! (I am off to unpack one million boxes!)
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