Home, sweet home–at last!
Finally, finally my house looks like a home! I’m so relieved and happy and excited and grateful, and all I want to do is stay home and look at it. Be in it Revel in it. It’s beautiful and I love it. My sanctuary.
The boxes in my living room have given way to real space. This past couple of weeks, I spent enough time here getting the rest unpacked. Finally, I feel settled—as if this is really home. Everything that’s been put away has been mended and/or cleaned, and I know what I have ‘cos I know where everything is. I’ll be downsizing some more over the next few months, but first I need to revel in the luxury of being unpacked. No piles of boxes everywhere so I can’t move, no baskets of odds and ends on the coffee table, no homeless books teetering in piles on a chair.
One of my favourite things to do is have tea and sit on the swing on my balcony. The maple tree, a gift from a dear friend, and the lilac are lovely. The chocolate plant fell over and broke, but I replanted it, trimmed it right down, and it’s doing well. The other bits and pieces are fine, too—the basil and Thai basil and mint seem to love it. My begonia is flourishing, as is the South African impatiens. In the distance is a bit of the river, and I see trees. To the right is the big bridge. It’s fab at night with lights twinkling like jewels. I only wish I had more time to spend out there. However, I must confess that some mornings I do sit there and read for a while, but have to come in ‘cos it is so hot! The sun is burning! Yikes!
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