We’ve been in our house about a month now, but it still feels very new. There are cardboard boxes piled high in almost every room and although I feel each day we get a little closer to be officially unpacked – there’s a lot still to do. We’ll get there. It’s just taking time. Sometimes I never feel we have enough of these days. As much as I want to get it done, I don’t feel any pressure to hurry along or get stressed about it. We’ll take it slow and steady and just celebrate each little victory.
Before our move, my main worry was for Pickle. I wasn’t sure how he’d cope with a new home, taking him away from everything he’s ever known. But I couldn’t have been more surprised with how well he’s taken to his new environment. Like a duck to water – which is a very pertinent phrase as part of our explorations of our new neighbourhood included a walk down to the local duck pond.