First up, a massive cheer please to my crack moving team – my sister’s boyfriend Aaron and my brother James. Despite not being able to get to me until 3pm on Friday afternoon they had everything packed, moved to Somerset and emptied into the new house before 10pm, including our hour in the pub for pizza and cider – amazing work!
Now we’re here and settling into a routine of sorts, although it is most notable at the moment by its absence. The school I want Belle to go to, the one less than a mile away, is full, so we are having to appeal for a place. We have a hearing on July 15th, which realistically means she is probably going to be at home with me now until September. It’s tough balancing this with needing to work, but we’ll muddle through. I suspect that my idea of ‘home education’ will involve a lot of educational visits to Homesense. (Working out the cost of all the pretty new things I want is definitely maths.)
Not being one to enjoy being surrounded by boxes, I have cracked on and unpacked as fast as I can. I want to make the house our own as soon as possible, to make the fresh start as fresh and as positive as it can be. All this has been helped by the sunny weather and the fact that we have more than our fair share of windows for a house this size – it is much harder to feel sad or regretful when sunshine is streaming in.
Already I have a couple of favourite spots in the house, spots full of pretty things that I can look up at and smile and that make me feel happy to have moved.
These are they:
What are your favourite places in your house? How do they make you feel?