I have probably talked to people about the joy of living in a house without too much stuff. I think I hoped that it would be a bit like a two year stint in a holiday house - and my memories of holiday houses are of refreshment, of change, of making do. Part of the beauty of a holiday house is that it doesn't have all your stuff in it, it is located away from your housework, and you don't have control over its contents. Nor do you have responsibility!
And the big one, you're on holidays!! - ie, your husband is home to share the kid wrangling, you think up new activities/places to go every day, you eat some special food (chips, in our children's specific case).
So I think I am a bit sad now that we're moved, and it is getting to feel just like, well, home, with very little magic in the air. We have a huge amount of undone projects. I would estimate for every thing that gets done, three others that are just as important don't get done. The kitchen is full of 'small electrical', and awkward cupboards I can't use, the hot water pressure is mysteriously low, and we still haven't filed all that paperwork in the filing cabinet! And, of course, I'm on my own, thinking up activities and outings, without having my friends nearby to visit.
I am trying to celebrate the hints of holiday house-ness. Today, here is a photo of possibly my favourite corner - the kettle, and the jug from goodwill to put the utensils in (thus freeing up a precious drawer for something else!).
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