It occurred to me today that it’s been nine months since we moved in to our own home. Nine mortgage payments; nine months of train travel to and from a new train station. Nine months of putting bins out (something we never had to do while living in units).
In that time, we’ve had friends and family move overseas, seen others get married, celebrated birthdays, had people over.
It’s been good. The place seems more and more like home. There’s still plenty to do – there always will be, I suspect – but it’s been good. I just thought it was worth noting.
What did you think I was talking about?