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Our temporary home.

And we made it here. To our temporary home for the next indefinite number of months.


It’s different here. And it’s oh so lovely too. It’s an adjustment. And it’s what we needed in a way, a little cosy space away from all of the ordinary things.

If you look out the kitchen window, directly in front of you there’s a cow who in my mind is called Daisy. Daisy, dear sweet Daisy, is an ordinary cow rather than a limited edition cow (this distinction will become apparent later), and she shares her paddock with an ordinary sheep. I haven't come up with a name for the sheep yet, but I did see them grooming each other this evening which was very sweet. Maybe the sheep could be called Pamela or something. I don’t know.

If you look out the living room window, you’ll see Humphrey and Co. Humphrey and the gang are Highland cows, with the beautifully long, shaggy red fur that you kind of want to bury your face into, but upon doing so you’ll realise how rough their fur actually is and that it’s better just to metaphorically do the face-burying These cows have actual names, but we haven’t been formally introduced yet. Apparently, they like to be hand-fed, so I’ll update this when we know everyone’s real names and food preferences. It’s quite nice because you can see the cows from out on the road and so every time we drive up I always think, "ooh there are our cows!" (it’s been like three days and I'm already pretty attached.).

The people we're renting from are so kind and so lovely, and they've made us feel right at home. The only problem is, whenever I'm chatting to them, there has been at least one child in tears, so I do hope that we’re not giving the impression of our kids hating it here. I can assure you, they certainly do not.

From the day we moved in, it has been a dream come true watching our toddler get to freely play outside. It makes her so happy! And it really cements to us that we’ve made the right decision.

Something funny is that there have been so many signs that this is the right place for us at this time. There are strawberries growing over the ground at the entrance to our gate and the house is fitted with cat-themed decor, including but not limited to a wooden lamp with cats carved out, books about cats, and a blue ceramic outdoor cat. If you know our toddler, you'll know that these are just a few of her favourite things.

Sure, the internet is dodgy at best and there are plenty of jumping spiders, but this place is so good. It works for us. We are so happy that we chose this little spot to live as we wait for the construction to end (and start!). I do miss having a front loader and a dishwasher, but for the meantime this is a good place to be.

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