For the past few weeks, we were living right in the heart of the city in an apartment many levels up in the sky, with a beautiful view of some of the famous city landmarks and the maze of roads and city blocks. Each morning after husband went to work, I would put the boys in their stroller and be out and about and in the thick of it all, within minutes of walking. We would spend many hours outside on the roads, sometimes lunching and napping (in the stroller) on the go too. It was an experience of its own, one which i will always cherish and remember with fondness.
This weekend, we finally moved to our rental house in the suburbs. I feel like for the past three months, I am always packing and moving after sometime. First from Riyadh to Lahore, then from Lahore to the apartment in Melbourne (where we got really comfy and made it home with all of our belongings), and now finally to this house. The life of a wanderer is not an easy one. And I am glad its over for now, and we are finally home, where we were meant to be when we started this journey some months ago.
I am writing this after putting the boys down for the night in their bunkbeds for the first time. And wishing with all my heart that they sleep through the night in their room. (Update: they did. phew.)
We have moved into a house which looks like a country cottage in every sense of the word. Its old but its dreamy with lots of character. It has creaky hardwood floors (too creaky at some places) and large open windows for all the sun to pour through. It has a huge backyard that is currently covered with golden leaves, signifying the onset of autumn. It has quite a spacious wooden patio which is calling for some string lights and dinners on deck. It is quite charming, and I can’t wait to set it up!
Right now we are drowning in cardboard boxes and half assembled furniture and exploding suitcases. i scrub and clean a corner while the husband screws and bolts a bed or a chair. I sweep the floors only to find it covered with popcorns a few minutes later. I see some house makeover projects (simple, practical ones) in my future but currently it looks like it might take a month to move the clothes from the bags to the closets (shelf-less closets i might add, so thats a project in itself).
But there is a certain kind of beauty in the simplicity of it all. Bare, spacious rooms with empty corners and minimal furniture. Wild, unkept, natural backyard with a large, old, shady tree and a withered picnic table. Expansive, shady front yard with a stumped letterbox and fallen twigs. A view of beautiful red-roofed houses from the kitchen window. Did I mention birds chirping very audibly all through the day, and such clear skies and bright twinkling stars come night? Yes. Its the simple, ordinary life. But its the good life.
Slowly, I am getting to know which floorboard to skip stepping on when the boys are sleeping. How to turn on the central heating. Still haven’t figured out a deep, screeching sound thats coming from somewhere within the wardrobes. Neither have i mastered the functioning of the complicated and rustic old blinds in every room, but we are working on it. ( i may have yanked one of them too hard one day and it may or may not have fallen on top of my kids, lets just leave it at that.)
Old Victorian houses with well-kept gardens, white fences, exotic plants and vibrant flower beds make up our neighborhood. I don’t think i will ever get over the beauty of its winding uphill and downhill narrow country lanes. Its a bit too quiet in here after all the city living, but its pretty enough to make up for that. 😉
It feels like home.
Just a few photos today.