- The house is cluttered. After spending nearly four weeks in the near-hotel that my brother's house is, all our junk is a little overwhelming. I feel some decluttering coming on.
- The dog is furrier and fatter than I remember him. But he is much more interactive than cats and I missed him more than I thought I would.
- I love being able to look out the window. Whilst my brother's house is light and airy, it has no view. I like to watch the world go by (yes, I am a stick-beak).
- The ocean is loud at night-time. But it smells lovely.
- I really like hot showers. My brother's hot water was set to luke-warm to stop toddlers (which they don't have) from burning themselves. Ours is nice and HOT. But I much preferred their swanky new shower-heads over the pissy flow that comes from ours. Bring on a new bathroom (a girl can dream!).
- I enjoyed spending time with my brother and his partner. Too often our visits are hurried and rushed. We had time to catch up, listen to daggy 80's music, watch musicals and go out to eat and drink. Noice.
- I hate noisy neighbours. I loved coming home to the empty house next door. Until this afternoon when a bunch of p-platers in what appears to be their first share house moved in. Not happy Jan...
- I missed my hubby. Not his lists of things to do or his laundry. But chatting with him about the mundane-ness of our days, bouncing ideas off him, watching TV snuggled up with him.
- I totally missed homeschooling and being with my kids. I didn't miss their laundry, or reminding them to do things around the house, but I missed being with them, discussing things, interacting with them. I am soooo lucky that I get to do that.
Mount Iron-more still awaits me. I need to go grocery shopping. The kids need to go the dentist. The dog needs brushing and washing. All these things do not magically disappear. But it is good to be home again and enjoying my family.
Welcome home, dear Ingi. I love your last two posts. Home is a complicated critter, isn't it? It's lovely to be with loved ones, not great to be next-door to unloved ones; lovely to be in your familiar space, not lovely to be seeing clutter and Stuff To Do. I like that you see (and write about) all the sides of it.
ReplyDeleteBut I know where you tilt, because I'm the same. As big as Mount Iron-more is and as noisy as your neighbours are (hopefully not too loud, crossing fingers), how great you get your hubby cuddles and kid love and company back on a daily basis! I am so pleased for you.
(And oh, you can hear the ocean from your house??! Big dreamy sigh…)
We can hear the ocean (it's louder depending on the wind direction). And I do think we tilt the same way :-)
DeleteVery interesting (in a really nice way!) to hear how being away and in a new place has left an impression.
ReplyDeleteTotally support the de-cluttering! Let me know how this goes...!
PS: I think I have a secret planned!
We have decluttered the dining room area - looks noice! I can't handle secrets...
DeleteYou might like to see this - it is about the first time you came to my nice, 'daggy' flat :)
ReplyDeletehttp://nightowl1967.blogspot.com.au/2012/06/my-sister-over-my-place.html