All has been quiet amongst these parts lately. Initially with a strong and growing baby constantly wriggling inside I couldn't summon the energy to string together a sentence of any worth. And then came the chaos and mad to-ing and fro-ing that comes with major life decisions. So I stepped away for a while. I needed a time of recharging albeit brief amidst a haze of to do lists, momentous cleaning tasks and many, many signatures.
You see, we're selling our house. This cottage that we've tirelessly renovated over the last years has provided at its most basic, shelter and warmth and at its deepest, memories, community and a solid foundation from which to build our gentle rhythms upon. But it's time to chase new dreams and write new chapters; it's time to move on.
I've talked about a tree change and although this next chapter isn't quite there, it's one step closer. The wish list is short and simple; close to the bush and preferably a creek, a distance shorter than the current thirty minute journey we make to school each day (another story altogether!), run down but with good bones and the potential to extend. A decent backyard with room for chickens and enough sun for vegie gardens...and maybe a dishwasher. And fingers crossed, we think we've found it.
As building and pest inspections are ticked off and finances sorted we now begin the task of working through our belongings, culling superfluous things no longer in keeping with this new path and lovingly packing up those dear to us. It will no doubt be a slow process as my belly blossoms but one I'm strangely looking forward to. No the timing's not perfect but life's tide is anything but predictable.
I've come to understand that living fully is not about convenience and comfortability but adventure, and what an adventure this will be.