Hello and a very Happy New Year! I’ve been a bit quiet on the blog for the past few weeks, it has been hard to see progress in the midst of scaffold, mud and various glitches along the way and inevitably Christmas and New Year became a more rewarding focus! However, having spent a lovely time in various geographical locations with numerous family and friends it is time to refocus my energy.
We had a really great site meeting at the barn today, many jobs are now nearing completion and it is beginning to feel as though this complicated jigsaw is coming together. I don’t doubt that there will be a piece or two hiding under the sofa in due course, but do finally feel confident that we’re going to make it. The garage is up and watertight, first fix plumbing and electrics are done, the windows are all in, the walls are plastered and some areas have an undercoat of paint which in combination with the level of light coming in now completely transforms the place.
These pictures of the bedrooms give a good idea of how very different the barn is starting to look, the fire and staircase are both being fitted this week and I am so excited to see them in situ next weekend.
January always brings with it the temptation to make a list of all the things that should be achieved over the forthcoming year, and being a great list maker I have always enjoyed the process of dreaming up the myriad things I should accomplish, experience, learn and acquire. This year is different though, my goal is simply to feel less guilty about doing the things I enjoy such as writing this blog and making stuff. I so often put off these simple pleasures in favour of activities that I feel I ‘should’ do instead but which offer me little satisfaction or pleasure. I do intend to continue feeding the children etc, but am definitely going to try and make a little shift in the right direction!
I am very aware of the way that I fondly imagine our lives at the barn, and in how I hope we can rejoin the community we felt part of just ten years ago, but I am also a realist and accept that life moves on and things and people change. Coming back to live in one’s home country is wonderful in many ways, though I liken repatriation to getting back into a pair of pre-pregnancy jeans – you might get them on but they’ll never quite fit in the same way again! It will undoubtedly take time and effort, and I’m looking forward to doing so.
We still have many decisions to make, and this evening should have been spent in researching light fittings, instead of which we had a lovely family evening in front of the iPad looking at pictures of the girls when they were tiny. I feel so thankful to be part of a family who have so many happy memories made in so many places, and that we can find the time to enjoy them.