House to home.
So here we are. Nearly a week after we finally made the big move and the house is starting to feel like home. I’m still tripping over unpacked boxes but all of the essentials are out and the kitchen is pretty much done. I don’t know about you but the kitchen is the place I like to get sorted first. It’s where I spend a large amount of time and it has to be just right for me to feel relaxed. Next comes the decorating, which I’m really looking forward to. My parents are in their element and love being able to see Piglet every day. Mum has taken to popping across every morning before she goes to work.
Flowers sent to us by a friend to welcome us to our new home.
Piglet is really enjoying all of the extra space and in the last couple of days her crawl has gone from commando style drag to a full on hands and knees crawl! You may have also seen on Twitter that her sleep has improved so much. She’s now going down in her cot (with a bit of a battle) at about 6pm and is sleeping through until 5 or 6am. She wakes very briefly a couple of times a night but is settled and asleep again in less than 5 minutes so I can’t even call them proper wake ups! This has been such a massive turn around, I’m so happy and slowly beginning to feel more human with a decent amount of sleep each night. I’m not sure whether it’s having her own room, more space to wear herself out in or just good old fashioned country air that’s helped but I’m not going to question it!
The view from the end of our road
So now comes the adjustment to village life. Well, for me it’s just getting used to it again but for Rich it’s a massive culture shock! He had lived in the city we moved from for 28 years and has never lived in a village. He’s enjoying it but still feels a little overwhelmed with things I don’t even take much notice of; hearing the cows in the field at the end of the road, seeing a tractor drive past and noticing the stars. Oh, the stars! It’s completely amazed him exactly how much the light pollution in a city disguises the stars. On our first night I made him go out into the garden and look up. He stood there for ages just looking!
The view from the other side of the track
The one thing that’s going to take me a while to get used to again is the bus service. Neither Rich or I drive so it’s public transport for us. We’re used to a bus coming along every 15 minutes but now it’s every two hours. And if you miss that one, you have to wait another two hours! The nearest town is 12 miles away but it’s 50 minute journey once the bus has gone around all of the villages! I used to do this twice a day, every day and remember the need for music or a book!
The village church
So now it’s just time. Time to settle in, surround ourselves with out bits and bobs and time to truly make this our home. I know we made the right decision and I’m so glad we did!
Some of our new neighbours!
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