I don't remember if I said it but I definitely thought it when we moved here a year and a half ago: the next time we move will be into our own home. And so it was.
That time we had moved to a new city in search of a better life... (That sounds romantic, the reality wasn't!) I was five and a half months pregnant, we were four adults, four dogs and a budgie stuffed into the car for the three-hour trip, starting again from scratch, pretty much.
A year and a half later we haven't regretted that decision; good opportunities have come our way, along with a few setbacks too, but in general things seem to be going well and we've just moved into our own home.
This time we haven't moved far, we've stayed in the same area - I can walk from the old house to the new one (I have done, in fact). The advantage is that whereas before we were living at the top of a steep hill, now we're living close to where all the local shops and businesses are. I love the convenience of having almost everything we need a short walk away (although this doesn't let me off the hook - I still need to learn to drive again!) and we'll save on petrol and taxis. It means I'll be able to plan and organise meals much more, too.
The whole moving experience must have been strange for Emma. At nearly 15 months old, she's just starting to walk and so the sudden appearance of boxes and more boxes in the old house meant interesting opportunities for exploration! Then all the furniture disappeared. Then we came to the new house and there were all our things, just arranged differently!
There are some new things, too - a whole flight of stairs to go up and down. Ironically, Emma seems to have more freedom here than in the one-storey house where we used to live. Because it had two steps going across the middle of the living/dining room area, another step down into what used to be my classroom and another step down to the bathroom, we always had to be extremely vigilant and restrict her freedom of movement somewhat!
Here she wanders happily all over the downstairs - of course we still have to keep a close eye on where she is and what she's doing. She could entertain herself for hours pottering around in the new house, exploring the contents of cupboards and drawers, which she appears to think are toy cupboards! (My life is now picking up potatoes and bags of pasta from random places and putting them back where they belong, only to come across them somewhere else two minutes later!)
So she does seem to be settling in nicely. However, I realise I need to get a stair guard as soon as possible - yesterday I just looked away for five seconds and when I checked again, Emma was already halfway up the stairs!
I've just counted - this is my 12th new address in Mexico. It's taken me a long time to get here, 11 years and four months, in fact. Here, the address I can now consider my permanent home.
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