Even though I felt a little apprehensive about the move back to Orleans, I think it is growing on me. It’s partially due to our house being (almost) completely unpacked. Every thing has finally been put away, all boxes have been emptied and pictures have been hung (including the addition of new beauties, I might add). Yesterday I stopped, looked around and finally felt at home. And it was nice feeling. And it was long time coming.
The perks of living at this end of town are starting to shine as well. On Friday night, I went on a run and made a pit-stop at my brother’s new house for a visit (and some water for Humph), something I’ve never been able to do before. It’s been a really long time since we’ve lived that close to…anyone (besides you, Katie). I haven’t yet been able to take advantage of the SUPER short drive/walk home after a night out with the girls rather than the 40 minute haul back to Barrhaven, but I’m excited for it when it happens.
I do miss Barrhaven a little. Mostly the great friends we made, sadly, just before we moved. But Barrhaven was our home for a little while. Jaia’s first home. The place we brought her home to after we got out of the hospital and where she took her first steps. Barrhaven (and our old, beautiful house and property) will always represent a happy time in our lives.
But I think we made the right move. It took a little bit of time and a lot of convincing (myself), but I’m starting to get excited about the new house, the home-reno projects we are cooking up, and the proximity to all things East. I wish there was more summer (or any good weather at all) to help us really enjoy the neighbourhood, but we’ll make do, no matter the season. I’m looking forward to the point where the newness wears off and we are just left with feeling at home…in our home. Now that’ll be nice.
