somebody show me

In the past three weeks, we've gotten married, moved Jon's things from his place to my place, went on our honeymoon and then moved from my place to our own place.

The past week has been difficult, as moving usually is. I've tried to be as serene as possible, taking things as they come. Unpacking was frightful. I hated it. And all that mess.

But now, it's nice. Our own place. A 10 minute walk from our favourite beach. The house that almost landed at our feet when we weren't looking. Beautiful timber floors in the hallway and living area. Carpeted rooms. So much storage. A sunroom attached to the master bedrom where i intend to place a daybed. A big kitchen. A veranda. Lovely, lovely neighbours. A shared lawn where our flowers have nicely settled in and are waiting for some coriander, mint and parsley to join them. It's such a peaceful house, exactly what we need at this very moment. Some peace.

I've carved out my own spaces and activities- sitting on the couch with my feet up, some english breakfast next to me and the rustling leaves outside for company. When the wind blows, the heat of almost-summer is made bearable; the kitchen where i can spend all day looking out of the window or gazing out on the garden whilst i cook or wash the dishes. The vase of flowers on the kitchen trolley. When the late afternoon sun comes streaming in through the windows there, everything feels like it's going to be ok; the bathroom, which i love. Not huge but just right. A bath. Light green handtowel. A four tier cane and white cabinet that holds everything. My magazines on the cabinet. A small vase of flowers. Casuarina home fragrance from Crabtree and Evelyn. Our goggles hanging up; the sunroom which i have so many ideas for. To sit in the morning, with the sunlight on my face. All breezy and beautiful.

It's taking a lot of getting used to, being married. But at the end of a long day, when i'm snuggled up in his arms in our bed, it all feels right.