First time blogging from the new home. This is kind of epic for me because it's been more than 10 years since we've ever woken up in a new place. We don't travel much and have a routine so steely that we get a little unsettled when it veers off course.
Our old home, when we first moved on was, of course, just as messy, but we had the advantage of an interior designer clearing the path for us before we even stepped foot in the home.
From the moment they started laying down the tiles to the moment we slept there for the first time, we had the advantage.
This time is so bloody different.
Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, had to start from ground up.
And this is the mess right now.
We'll get used to this. It may take weeks or months, though. For one, I am not familiar with living in a home that does not belong to us. We've been lucky to own the homes we lived in. No landlord to answer to.
As kind and nice as this landlord is, he's kind of overbearing sometimes. He's trying to help, of course, but it takes some getting used to when we don't have the final say about what to do with our 'home'. It feels like living in someone else's home.
I have to remember that millions of people out there don't even have a home. They definitely don't have the privilege that we have. For that, I thank the higher power that is watching over me and my little family.
Our old home, when we first moved on was, of course, just as messy, but we had the advantage of an interior designer clearing the path for us before we even stepped foot in the home.
From the moment they started laying down the tiles to the moment we slept there for the first time, we had the advantage.
This time is so bloody different.
Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, had to start from ground up.
And this is the mess right now.
We'll get used to this. It may take weeks or months, though. For one, I am not familiar with living in a home that does not belong to us. We've been lucky to own the homes we lived in. No landlord to answer to.
As kind and nice as this landlord is, he's kind of overbearing sometimes. He's trying to help, of course, but it takes some getting used to when we don't have the final say about what to do with our 'home'. It feels like living in someone else's home.
I have to remember that millions of people out there don't even have a home. They definitely don't have the privilege that we have. For that, I thank the higher power that is watching over me and my little family.
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