happy little home

I’m moved in! Well, I’m mostly moved in – by which I mean that the living area and wee kitchen look like a normal person’s house with some boxes and random things here and there, but my bedroom still has some of that I’m-inhabited-by-a-fourteen-year-old-male look clinging to it. I’m working on that.*

I’ve been living here for about a week now and I love it. It’s so fresh, so neat (apart from all my stuff, I mean), so adorable, so cute. Next on the agenda is to come up with a name for this little spot. I’ve been calling it the Housie, secretly, to myself, because everybody else thinks that’s just foolish. To me it makes perfect sense. Baby versions of lots of things end with ‘ie’ sounds: puppy, kitty, bunny, you know how it works. This is a baby version of a house, so why not housie? Or houseling? Houselet? I know; I’m ridiculous.

Since I'm still unpacking and tidying, no pictures of the Housie yet (I'm going to use the word in writing as often as possible, because I can't see you all rolling your eyes) -- but I'll leave you with some shots from the garden, the beautiful, beautiful garden. I eat my breakfast out on the little deck and get to look at this stuff all the time. There are so many butterflies! And so much birdsong! Plus, actual bees actually buzz. Thank you, God. Thank you, excellent parents who actually want to move into a house with a little attached flat and all this prettiness!

*Correct when I wrote this earlier today, now officially wrong. My room has morphed into something resembling a normal adult woman's bedroom with occasional juvenile touches and uncomfortable Spartan wall decor. I'll keep working.