If you don’t know me in real life, or haven’t been bombarded with my facebook status updates and vents, you probably won’t know that we’ve moved house recently. Having finished building our home (or, rather, having someone finish building it for us), it was finally time to pack up our old life and move into the new one.
It’s been a big change in a lot of regards, but a pretty smooth transition for the most part. Looking out the study window, at the trees blanketed in fog, it’s hard to believe we haven’t been here our whole lives. I know it’s just a house, but already it feels like home.
That’s one thing that struck me with the move. We were in our previous house for almost four years (which is two years longer than any other place we’ve lived in for the last 11 years) but in all that time it never felt like home. It was chosen quickly, out of necessity, in an area that was totally uninspiring, and was not at all ‘us’. No wonder I always felt a little restless, and was usually found daydreaming about the next big adventure. Sometimes those dreams included a little white house on a cliff-side in Greece, other times a lonely old crag of a house in the midst of the Stottish Highlands. But lately it became dreams of a simple home, not far out of Melbourne, nestled in amongst the trees, where I could hear the leaves rustle during the day, and see the stars shine clear as crystal in the night. I guess I spent so long imagining what it would be like that when I close my eyes now I find it hard to believe it will all still be here when I open them again. But it is. And it’s so lovely. And it’s home. Before we even moved in it felt like home, and it makes a wonderful change.
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(I have to add that this photo was taken by Jaedon – his first attempt at using my camera – as we sat in the late afternoon sun together. It’s good to be reminded of how it felt in that moment. Thank you my sweet boy for being so clever.)
Narrelle x