…and what a strange journey this has been.
I won't say it's not kind of weird being back here after everything that happened. In some ways it's like we never left (I still instinctively question whether I turned off the alarm before opening the rear door to let the dogs out), but in other ways, because so much of the interior has been replaced/painted/upgraded, it's almost like moving into a new house. One thing Ben and I emphatically agree upon is that despite everything, this place is Home.
It's not been easy. The place was still far from move-in ready when we arrived with the movers a week ago, but we had no choice. Now, a week later (as I'm sure you can tell from my lack of posts) we're moved in and a lot of the work that wasn't done a week ago has been completed…but we're still nowhere near unpacked.
Adding to the chaos is the fact we're now having plumbing issues, that may ultimately involve jackhammering out the floor in Ben's office to replace the part of the drain line that leads from our only bathroom. Gotta love 80-year-old houses!
While Ben did not have the same luxury, I took this week off work because I knew what a task lay before us to get resettled. But you know, I may, in fact, take a break today from unpacking just to decompress and get caught up on my online life.
Glad it's coming together.
I'm glad you're back home. Somehow I pictured you in a more modern house. Still sweet, though. Have fun unpacking!
What a lovely place Ben and you – and the boys – moved back in. And the Mini adds the perfect discreet class touch.
Sending you a plentiful of energy for the unpacking!
Thank you, Laurent!