I’m typing this in my new kitchen.
It’s light and bright and the ceiling is double height. It looks new. It still smells new.
More — no most — importantly, it feels like HOME.
The Bloke and I dreamed of building a house for a decade before we had the knowledge, funds and chutzpah to pull it off. Physically occupying the place we have been imagining for so long is gratifying. It also feels strangely familiar – we designed this home, right down to the last detail, and it has been a pleasure (and a relief) to see the final form take shape exactly as I had pictured it would.
We’re beyond happy with the result. And we’re all happy to be here.
Even the cat.
But the best thing is, it’s home.
Did I mention that already?!
The past few weeks have not been without their challenges, but they have also been filled with good things. Like curling up on our new couch with Marvel Girl and Miss Malaprop, watching Zan Rowe’s Take Five. The Tony Armstrong episode rocked (as does Tony Armstrong), and it reminded me just how great Donna Summer’s song I Feel Love is.
Incredibly, Summer recorded the vocal in a single take, ushering in a new age of disco and electronic music. It still sounds amazing, with its driving rhythms and floating melody. The legendary David Bowie told the story of how Brian Eno heard I Feel Love for the first time while they were recording in Berlin, and come running in to say he had heard “the sound of the future”.
If you haven’t already clicked on that link and started listening to it, do it now!
This house sounds and feels like my future.
I’m content, even though there are still a few boxes lying around (mostly of books, because my library shelves have not yet arrived).
We dared to dream and now we’re living the dream.
And, as I might have mentioned, it feels like home.