So, for the news part, I have moved out!! It was actually quite scary at first. I have lived in the same home for thirteen years and it is a part of me. My dad spent so many hours fixing and caring for the house to make it into our home. Everything in that house brings memories of him, the staircase that he stripped and made, the tiling, the wood floors, the bathrooms. His love and energy is all throughout that house and so saying goodbye to it was quite hard.
Luckily my new home is the cutest thing of my life. I am so in love with it!!
Everything from the fireplace |
and our ritual of roasting marshmellows |
To my gorgeous room that I am going to pretend always looks this clean. |
and my sister and brother-in-law. She makes everything look nice and we have fun baking together, and he does cute things like make dinner for when his wife gets home.
It has been the best (nearly) three weeks and we have had so many adventures! - like new appliance shopping, and having no power or internet, having a deck being built, having a kettle blow up and much more. And having 5 uni assignments and 2 tests within a week and a half. But with all those adventures, I think however, that my favourite part is this:
I also think that right now, life is pretty darn good.