I spent most of my day at the small house today.
I was busy cleaning, helping to put furniture together and watching the beautiful new floor being installed.
But mostly I was imagining living in our new town. We sat in the garage having some lunch watching the quiet street from down the long driveway. We had a few visitors pop in, keen for a sticky-beak, keen to share in our new adventure.
The ballerina caught her new bus 'home' today, with a lovely bestest friend that lives around the corner from our new house. As the pair came skipping up the driveway laughing and smiling, the lovely friend handed me some leaves saying "Welcome to the Neighbourhood" Suddenly it feels like home.