This past month has been a rollercoaster but an incredible one. We have now been in our new house for just over a month and from day one it has felt like home. The drive on moving day from our old town to this one had a feeling of driving somewhere that we have always meant to be. I'm not saying our old house didn't feel like home, because it did, just the town wasn't home. It didn't have the feel our new one does, I felt isolated and a little alone once Mr C had left for work. The house we lived in was definitely home but as they say you make a house a home. That was because it was where our family was.
When I walk through our new door, or even see it, I get a warm fuzzy feeling. The boys fill it with laughter and fights but that's what brothers do. They fill our home with love and once the door is locked at night and it's us four its an incredible feeling.
It feels like this is somewhere we were always meant to be. I walk Finley to preschool and I smile & say hi to people I don't actually know but because we live here we do, if that makes sense. I feel a sense of community and I know if we needed anything there would be someone there.
The other best bit is friends. Our friends are literally just up the road and to have them over for drinks, a cup of tea or just a simple catch up really is amazing. To know if we needed someone to look after the boys they would be there - like the other evening my best friends husband looked after the boys, as she was at work, and we had a school meeting to go to.