Nesting

This post is for my Mom, and anyone else who wants pictures of our new home. Otherwise, disregard, and wait for Johno’s impending post about frogs. Frogs are cool.

We spent almost a week with Johno’s parents, before moving to our new home on Saturday.

The time with family was lovely, but I must confess I had been really looking forward to having our own space. I’ve been dreaming of setting up house since I started apartment hunting last year in Cape Town. It’s fun to imagine making a space our own, down to establishing an ordered kitchen, and ornamenting the walls.

And moving in was such fun! The only really decided thing in the cottage we’ve just moved into was the bathroom. Outside one door is a fridge. Outside another is a spot where we’re assured we’ll have a kitchen sink once the plumber finishes his holiday. Apart from that we started with a jumble of furniture in an open, two-room sort of space. We got to decide what to make of it, which is awfully satisfying.

Of course, we’re still putting together bits and pieces. We’ve got some home improvement schemes still in process. For example, the box currently marked as “food” is just some plastic trunks where we’re hiding our food from the ants. Above that we’re going to add a little more counter space. And once the piano is repaired and tuned, it’ll get its own bench that isn’t the side of the bed. Plus, hooks! Lots of hooks everywhere.

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Well, that’s all for now! Mini tour over, I’m headed over into the main house, where we’ll be having supper with our hosts, Clare and Gary. I’m bracing myself, because Barnabas the “puppy” has a tendency to affectionately lean on me. Last time he did it, I ended up on my bum in a flower bed! Ah well.