Day one once more
Hey! I’m writing from my new desk in our new home. I am so tired from packing and unpacking. The house is still in half a mess. Ben’s making me feel terrible about owning too many things. And it’s not even too many shoes and bags situation, it’s too many tools and art materials and empty glass jars AND books.
The past week has been so tough, the both of us swear we never want to move again. And we hired movers… The house still smells of fresh paint. The cats are settling in, Fatboy has found his vantage point in the kitchen, Indie is comfortable sleeping right smack in the middle of the couch. I have to add that Fatboy yelled the entire car ride from Jurong West to Sengkang. It really felt like we wouldn’t make it. But we did. Happy face. I can’t believe it. I’m going in sleep in a new bed, wake up tomorrow morning with a slight scare from unfamiliar walls – does that happen to you? It always happens to me!
There’s so much left to do and it’s a brand new kind of excitement, to turn our house into a home.
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