Finally Home

It’s good to be back at work after a couple of week’s break. (Though I don’t know if break is the right word.)

During the past fortnight our family moved house from one side of Perth to the other. We’ve been busy settling in ever since.

One of the strangest things has been the fact that even on the final inspection before settlement it felt like we were looking through someone else’s house. I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn’t an inspection like the dozens we had done while looking for a new home, this was the one we had selected and would soon be ours. Just a few days later we were moved in and the new place has pretty much felt like our home since day one.

We’re finding our way around the area and getting used to new routines. There are still surprises each day. As I headed out the door this morning I noticed a couple of ducks sitting in our front yard. I had to dash back inside to let the rest of the family know.

If I’m counting right I’ve moved 9 times, including this latest move, in my 46 years on this planet. For a little over the first 16 years of my life I lived in one place. For just under 16 years we’ve lived in our previous home.

How many times have you moved during your life? Are you settled where you are now or is there a home to which you wish you could return?

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