Moving. I never stop moving. I guess I am a rolling stone, not much moss here!
Since the age of 21, I have not lived in the same house for more than two years.
I am reaching the point in my life where I want to find a home to settle in, one that is my own. It is not quite the time for that yet. Even though I want to own a home, I find myself overwhelmed with the excitement I get whenever I move to a new house.
It always feels like a fresh start. A new beginning.
So, once again, I am in the process of packing to move into a new home at the end of the month. I couldn’t be more excited! All the plans for how I am going to decorate it, how I will love reading in the beautiful garden whilst watching my dogs playing or what I will do with the loft space.
I imagine that I will cook in the new kitchen, dabble in some gardening and have a space to myself. Yes, I will have a housemate, but the space is big enough to ensure that we do not get in each other’s space, which is most important.
I believe that one should find joy in everything – even though it is hard sometimes. Moving to a new home is that joy for me right now.
In conclusion, this old Irish poem always reminds me of what a new home should be:
May your home be bright with cheer,
May your cares all disappear,
May contentment come your way,
And may laughter fill your day.
May you have warm words
on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill
all the way to your door.