Content. I guess that's what you'd call this feeling of being... just being... Such big, but little things all adding up. Our home filled with family and friends. Pictures on the walls. Curtains hanging. Knowing that this place is our very own. I had underestimated how much that longing for home affected me. I lived in the same place until I was 11 and since then, that's when those other 32 houses appeared. It's tiring and unsettling. Yesterday we worked out that even our cat has had five homes - 'He's had five because I've had six' said Tom. It's too many. I said we wouldn't move again. Even if I find myself with a job in Antarctica, I will commute there - every day! I know - yes, I know - that this is impossible, but you know where I'm coming from, don't you?
PS Another plate on the wall - a sweet, hand-painted memento to mark Sophie's birth.