It's been nearly three weeks since we moved and whilst we're still surrounded by a mountain of boxes, albeit an ever diminishing mountain, we couldn't feel more at home.
I love it more than I can express. Daily I have moments of incredulity that we live here....that we own it. I spin around the kitchen singing Disney songs (sometimes not even with the boys...ok, a lot of the time.)
After a week of contemplating putting them on Ebay (never move just before half term...or just generally with children) the boys have settled in and feel truly at home here. They are playing so nicely together. All three of them. They have enough space that they don't feel on top of each other and can either play together or alongside each other without a problem. What's more....I can have some space away if I need to (the perils of open plan living meaning I couldn't in our old house); I can take Rupert away when the older two are playing something complicated and intricate; and I can use the threat of putting them in the cellar if they're naughty (I'm joking....don't call social services). There's a park right outside our house. Perfect for three small boys and a frazzled mummy.
We've had more guests (well, more varied guests) over in three weeks than in 3 years in our old house. I'm not embarrassed by the state of it. Everyone is welcome....not just the select few who know us enough to not care what state my house is in. No quick last minute clean up before people arrive (although, early days, early days...)
The kitchen.....oh the kitchen....let's just say that it's already been used to it's full potential for both baking and cooking.
The neighbours have been so lovely. We've already had some over for a glass of wine (or three.....when I then went to have a look around their house and embarrassingly didn't realise they had three steps up to their door so fell flat on my bum....great impression...totes awkward and balance based, not vino based....promise! It was the second time in three days I'd ended up on the floor before I realised...). We've been brought over a cake as a welcome to the neighbourhood. We've had our bins brought back in and the promise of a cup of tea after thanking them. Our old neighbourhood was incredibly close knit and I know I've made friends for life there (you know who you are).
We just fit here. Our furniture....our furries.....it's just us.
So yes, we're happy....which is good because I can't imagine the stress of moving ever again. So happy. Major, major thanks to my parents....you know why. We're extremely lucky and I know it. I can think of the future with a smile on my face with the knowledge that my boys will get to grow up in a house that I can think of as being our "Family house"....not just a house our family are living in.
Also huge thanks to Susie B for being proactive and taking the majority of these pictures and for OUR gingerbread house. That's actually our house.....in gingerbread!! Thank you to everyone who's kept the boys amused whilst we have doggedly gone through box after box. Thank you for our guests and the lovely flowers I'm trying to keep alive. Thank you for the well wishes. Thank you for the people on Facebook for putting up with inane "I'm so happy" posts. Just thank you....!
....and everyone is welcome for a cup of tea and a slice of cake.