Today it dawned on me that in less than two weeks, if all goes well, I will be home at last. My new home! After 4 months of living in limbo and 3 months before that of packing and a good year before that of mentally preparing myself. That’s a long time of discomfort for a homebody, even with the dreaming part.
After this, I’m never moving again.
Here’s a sneak peak of what promises to be light-filled + character-filled + spacious (compared to the past 8 years of tiny) = joy-filled.
looking eastish:
looking southish:
looking westish:
looking uppish:
the view from a room 