A year back we moved into this house, pledging it would be the last one before buying a home of our own.
Now here we are, twelve months later, preparing to move once again.
Surprisingly, the prospect has us feeling strangely optimistic.
We have a three year plan, and while our new place will mean a downsize in many ways, it will also be the home of countless new adventures. I’m excited to discover the role this house will play in our children's story. It will be the first time they’ve shared a room, and I am so happy for them - I hope it will be an important and memorable chapter in their little lives.
This week I’ve found myself reaching for the camera more often than I usually might.
It’s strange the way it affects us, knowing change is coming.
It’s interesting the way we behave when we know THIS will be the last time. There is less taking for granted, more being present and mindful.
I cant help but wonder how differently we all might live if we were aware of when our lasts would be.
It sure does make me feel grateful for every single ordinary day I get to walk beneath that beautiful burning sun.