Aside from one place when I was growing up this is the longest time I have ever spent anywhere. In any town, let alone house.
And you truly have become my home, my husband and my dog are here – and they are what makes home for me.
Are there things I would change? Oh yes, for starters, my ideal home would have a lot less stuff in it, but my darling likes lots of things around him.
I hate the town too.
The point is, this is where I can just be me. I can heal here, rest here and create too.
I love recognising my neighbours and nodding, smiling and waving at them as we pass each other. Calling good morning as I walk Buster.
I love walking in and knowing that I don’t have to go anywhere or do anything for the rest of the day, I can kick off my shoes and curl up on the sofa with my two boys. No-one expects anything from me, aside from love and affection. That I can manage.
I love the quilts piled on the bed and the sofa, made by either me (in my craftier times) or my mum, creating a cosy cocoon of warmth.
I love knowing where to go for yoga; a good massage; the swimming pool up the road; local friends; going to my band; my flute teacher; knowing great places to walk Buster; a trustworthy mechanic – worth his weight in gold. Still trying to find a good handyman though.
I love curling up in a comfy spot with tea and a good book.
This is the first time in my adult life that I have had this, a settled sense of groundedness, a chance to put down some roots.
I love you home. I love my home with my two favourite boys.
This is contributing towards the April Love 2016 project.