We (I) have now spent the longest time in our new house...nine days. Nine fully filled days of errands and activities.
In the process of filling the house full of things, we celebrated Christmas with those we love and filled the house with the first important memories. First memories are wisps of smells and sounds that tuck themselves into corners of rooms and are unexpectedly revealed by a ray of sunlight or the wind racing through the door before it is closed behind you. They pause over your head as you sit down for a cup of tea during the day. They hide in the smudge on the newly painted wall in the hall. Memories make the house sigh happily in the afternoon or creak loudly in the night as it makes room for more of the same.
I think that I may feel I am coming 'home' the next time I come down this way for a short and busy weekend and not just to someone's new house.