We have (finally) moved. It was not my most favourite of experiences, (in fact, it ranks extremely low on that list) but now it is over and we have all the things in their places and there are tulips on the coffee table in the area we have designated as our living room. It’s all very pretty, really.
My brain has not quite got used to the idea of this as home yet though. I keep catching myself thinking that I’m staying at a bed and breakfast. Although, as it was pointed out to me, it would be a pretty crappy bed and breakfast, as we had to both bring our own bed and make our own breakfast. And it has quirks, this place. Like a weird stair that goes up and then down between the kitchen and the living area. And a ridiculously low ceiling in the shower. (Compared to an apartment without walls, they aren’t big quirks.)