We have landed, and how nice it is to be tucked away in our very own close-to-school-and-work-and-the-odd-smattering-of-cafes home. Moving was akin to an episode of Man vs Wild, requiring strength and endurance (but thankfully, no killing of wild animals).
We began last Thursday night, full of eager anticipation. We hauled boxes and ate takeaway on the floor (thanks to a lifesaver-of-a-friend). We continued shifting well into Friday and Saturday, when the reinforcements arrived with allen keys, cold meat and good cheese.
And it was fun - nourishing to be around friends and family who happily helped with anything from stacking bookshelves to hanging pictures. A good omen for the start of a new chapter in our family's history.
I managed to snap a few pictures between heavy lifting....
...this, from Thursday night, when the only item in my fridge was a bottle of Moet given to us by the lovely people who sold us the house...
...and this, the new home for my favourite comfy chair (a sunny spot to sit and read).
So now this new (old) house and I are busy getting to know each other. So far I have discovered that the floor in my study slopes in a charming-and-not-at-all-alarming way (and yes, I will continue to tell myself that), and that the enormous and beautiful tree in my back garden is a pecan tree.
I have also discovered that it's very easy to set off a house alarm (not once, but three times), and that pecan trees lose an awful lot of leaves at this time of year.
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