I'm still plodding on with the new place, now at the 'box' stage, that's unpacking the many boxes that were only packed last week. I'm finding this is a good time to declutter. If there's no place for it or it doesn't suit, out it goes.
Mr C is feeling very happy and me too! It's a hard job for someone without anxiety, but I am finding the strength from somewhere, so never doubt you can't do anything.
The weather and temperature is just perfect at the moment, a real blessing when you have a lot of running around to do.
This will be our first home together with just the two of us, no caring duties, with our own things. Not forgetting our cat who I hope will like it just as much as we do.
Yesterday I took a long pause and sat down and took it all in for a while. The place, the decorating, our bits and pieces perfectly displayed and felt my eyes welling up with joy and pride that I was able to achieve being able to accomplish such a major task.
I'm calling it my little palace, although I feel more like Snow White when I open the bedroom window which looks on to the most prettiest and secluded garden with a a vast amount of collective birdsong.
All very fairytale, but to me it is. A fairytale come true. To be able to even contemplate a move and build a home from scratch when months ago I could only just about make dinner.
I'm also the proud mother of twelve pheasant chicks. It's the first time I have experienced seeing and watching a female and her babies. They are all the same colour and resemble a female at this stage.
They clamber their way around what must seem like long grass, hopping more than walking and making mum very anxious as they wander off in all directions. The dad stands guard, but it is the female that seems to have her work cut out. She sits on all twelve to keep them warm when sun goes down and barely has time to herself.
So, having lunch today at the new abode and probably opening a few more boxes.
It beats me why we collect all this stuff that we hide away in cupboards for decades never seeing the light of day. The word 'useful', 'handy', 'sentimental' keeps cropping up, but so is a pile of newspapers.