So I moved in this weekend. Or, at least, I moved tha last of my big furniture. Everything else had already found it’s way to the farm cottage, over the daily visit to feed the cat over that last week. It turns out I don’t really have a lot of stuff. In fact? I have so little stuff I have a designated yoga area. Also a designated ‘room to swing a cat’ room. There’s also a spot where I plan to think big empty thoughts in big empty places.
In all seriousness though, Yes I have no furniture, but It’s also a cottage. It’s pretty small all on it’s own, so it won’t need much to start feeling just like home.
Batz is already feeling pretty ‘at home’ He’s claimed the beanbag, the door mat, and most of my bed as his area, along with any spot that gets afternoon sun. I have a funny feeling that once I have a couch he’ll be quite happy to claim that too.
I had Sunday all to myself, so I rearranged furniture, drank many cups of tea, and dunked gingernuts. I also read books in sunny spots, and listened to the rain pattering against the sun-deck roof. It was all pretty peaceful really. What did you get up to?