From home to house

We will move to the new house over the coming weekend.

We’ve been packing steadily for a month now. On the one hand, that’s been nice… doing a couple of boxes here and there instead of madly exhausting ourselves for a few days. We have a lot of stuff, and we don’t use most of it every day (hmm…) so this slow and steady process has been fine.

But on the other, it leaves plenty of time for the sadness to creep in. We’d invested time, money and thought into making this house ours over the past almost four years. Now we’re consciously stripping ourselves out. We are daily faced with the idea that no matter what a great job we did finding curtains for a window or arranging pictures on a wall, nobody cares. At least not a potential buyer, someone with whom we may share very few cultural touchstones.

So, into the boxes it all goes. We’ll keep what’s important to us, like this plant which has survived every move in the last 37 years. We will reassemble it all in the next few weeks, and then we’ll find new curtains, new arrangements, and turn the new house into our new home.