Meanwhile...

I've moved into my own home again! The last two weeks have been a mad mish-mash of collecting all our belongings from all over Melbourne and gathering them in our little nest. In answer to the 'how did the move go' question I've been getting from all fronts, how does this sound for a perfect list as you're moving house?

• one week of sinus pain coupled with swollen glands

• collecting all your belongings from four different locations all over the city

• running out of your anti-depressants the week before your move and not being able to find the script to have it refilled

• world's worst period pain striking on day one of moving house

Recipe for success? I think not. Mind you, having said that, it did go remarkably well. We walked in the door on Monday and by Wednesday things were pretty orderly. Now it looks like we've been here forever. Mind you, we're pretty good at setting ourselves up in new spaces considering how often we've moved in the past four years.

List of highlights thus far...

• Seeing all my books in one place again, even though most of them haven't got shelves to live on yet

• Having my gorgeous dog cuddling up with me every day

• Having a veggie patch already underway and ready for new planting

• The look on Himself and I's faces as it started to sink in that we have a place of our own, without anyone else, for the first time since we first started our relationship

• Shopping at the market five minutes from our house, bringing home fresh organic food to stock the house with

• People dropping around to have freshly cooked scones and jam, with pots of freshly brewed tea (from our collection of over a dozen different loose leaf teas which are together in the one place, finally)

• Having a spare room already being used for people to crash out on, which is already booked for multiple interstate visitors to make use of in the very near future

So that's life at the moment. Continuing to pick up all the bits and pieces from everywhere we've lived or stored our crap, finding places for all the junk we own, sorting through piles of paper and belongings to figure out what to keep or let go of, enjoying the space and the dog and the settling in. So suburban. So good. Check in next week, where I'll be bored and itching to get out of the house.