To New Beginnings

So, I’ve been MIA. And this will be just a short lil post to explain that and set myself back up to normal schedule.

Without further ado: we moved!

After six months of construction (and two years before that of buying land, talking materials and concepts, architecting the build, and waiting for our turn in the construction cycle). But it’s finally done. Our dream home. It still feels kinda… surreal, even if we’ve lived here a almost a week now. You’d think I’d be used to long projects coming to an end, being a writer, but that’s easier to feel when you did all the work yourself. There was so much waiting for other people to do things that it feels… stranger. I hope that makes sense.

But anyway, moving and organizing. That’s where I’ve been. I’ve been told its impressive how much we’ve put away already, but I dunno. We’re autistic. And like stuff to have places. And I particularly dislike mess. So it simply makes sense to take the time to get things sorted. It’s not all done—we still have our future kid’s room to sort and getting rid of donation items. And we still haven’t gotten our couch, extra chairs, or bar stools. Or picked up our family organ. We still have a bit to do to transform this house into what it will become.

I don’t know where I’m trying to go with this today. I guess simply a sort of retrospective. or a time capsule. My spouse and I have opened a new chapter in our lives. New house. New plans. Starting a family is now on the table. It’s a big and exciting development. And I know but also don’t know what happens next. And that’s exciting but also a little terrifying.

So begins the next step. I hope its a good one.