It’s been said that moving is among life’s more stressful events. As I consider my first two and a half months in our new home, I can agree with that sentiment—but only partially. Because sprinkled among the stress are joys and surprises; gifts and unexpected treasures like finding the screened-in porch the perfect place to write (and drink coffee).
Other areas require more thought, like where to place the plant given by our former neighbors; and finding the happy place of our beloved fiddle-leaf fig.
Trial and error has become my mantra as I continually shift furniture, discovering a spot for Grandma Lopes’ sewing machine and Dad’s bread box; compromising with my husband on the placement of the television sharing top-billing with the fireplace.
Living in a new home carries opportunities to see that which is often overlooked in the shade of familiarity. There are mornings when I am the first one up, and I wander from room to room considering how grateful I am to be here. Later, I walk outside and behold bushes, flowers, and trees I did not plant and marvel at what beauty they possess.
Though I’d hoped to capture this Scotch Broom in full color, I value what’s left and appreciate the advanced stage of its aging.
And among the pieces of what have already been sown, I can add my share of allure—like this Easy to Love rose bush.
Each day is a new adventure as this house becomes more and more my home with every meal served, with every cup of coffee brewed, with every guest welcomed. And in case one wonders, other than his displeasure at wood floors instead of carpet, Roger is adjusting well to his new home, too.