We've been in the new house for three weeks now and somehow, it feels like we have always been here.
We settled in quickly. All the boxes are unpacked now and most things have found a space to inhabit. Only our artworks are still stacked in a corner waiting to be allocated a little piece of real estate.
It really feels like home. Once we got past the first few dramatic days of moving, cleaning, handing in keys and getting our bearings, it seemed so logical that we would live here. It makes perfect sense even if the house itself is rather unconventional.
The quirks are fading. I notice them less and less and am only reminded when other people visit us. Then, I look at this funny little (actually big) building through their eyes and wonder what they see: The two kitchens, the random corrugated steel walls, the fridge collection, Hugo's doorless room...
I feel compelled to reassure them that we will make changes, that it is a work-in-progress, that Hugo will in fact have a room one day. They nod and look around and I'm not sure what they are thinking but the word 'potential' comes up again and again so I know they can see it too. Everything this building can be.
We have already made some changes. Quite a few in fact but they are all small. We blocked the balustrades so Hugo can't climb them. We've put gates at the top and bottom of the stairs. We've added some shelving and hooks where we needed it and got rid of what we didn't need. We've replaced light bulbs, bought a washing machine, sorted all the keys ...
It all seems so trivial writing it down like this but these tiny little things have turned this unfamiliar beast of a building into a safe and practical house that feels like home.
We can relax now and start planning for the future.
We settled in quickly. All the boxes are unpacked now and most things have found a space to inhabit. Only our artworks are still stacked in a corner waiting to be allocated a little piece of real estate.
It really feels like home. Once we got past the first few dramatic days of moving, cleaning, handing in keys and getting our bearings, it seemed so logical that we would live here. It makes perfect sense even if the house itself is rather unconventional.
The quirks are fading. I notice them less and less and am only reminded when other people visit us. Then, I look at this funny little (actually big) building through their eyes and wonder what they see: The two kitchens, the random corrugated steel walls, the fridge collection, Hugo's doorless room...
I feel compelled to reassure them that we will make changes, that it is a work-in-progress, that Hugo will in fact have a room one day. They nod and look around and I'm not sure what they are thinking but the word 'potential' comes up again and again so I know they can see it too. Everything this building can be.
We have already made some changes. Quite a few in fact but they are all small. We blocked the balustrades so Hugo can't climb them. We've put gates at the top and bottom of the stairs. We've added some shelving and hooks where we needed it and got rid of what we didn't need. We've replaced light bulbs, bought a washing machine, sorted all the keys ...
It all seems so trivial writing it down like this but these tiny little things have turned this unfamiliar beast of a building into a safe and practical house that feels like home.
We can relax now and start planning for the future.
Sounds like the perfect fit to me!
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