The next few days were spent unpacking, tripping over boxes and bags and grinning every minute. Life is so unbelievably good!
With so much extra room in the new house the clutter was easily handled. Unpacking things into the wonderful pantry was a joy, having large cupboards all over the place was sheer heaven!
Chris even had plenty of room to store all his tools and machinery.
In between loads of goods still arriving from our old house and unpacking things in the new one, we still found time to look around our new property. Everything we saw raised "ohhh's" and "ahhhh's" aplenty. The rolling green pastures, the deep green of the pines and spruces, everything was wonderful
Monday the 8th of September was my Mum's last day with us. How we hated to see her go but I knew she was feeling desperatly homesick and I realised I had to stop being selfish. It helped knowing that she had seen our Little Eden and would therefor be able to visualise any changes I told her about in the coming months and years.
So our first week in our new home was a time of great joy tinged with just a hint of sadness.
We hadn't been at the house a full week when Chris was called to a job in Tokoroa, which is about 250Km's south east of Waiuku. Under normal circumstances Chris wouldn't have even considered leaving us without his protection, yet the whole "country" feeling had already got to him and after buying out half the grocery store he set off for Tokoroa. The children and I had enough provisions to last out a small seige!
We used the time Chris was away to finish the unpacking and do a little work on the garden.
It didn't take us long to settle into a far more normal routine than we have had for a long time. It was definitely a case of "early to bed and early to rise".
We worked hard and enjoyed every minute of it. There is something very special about waking up in the early morning and listening to the sound of the world waking up around you. The first soft calls of the birds waking up and beginning their day as the first rays of sunshine peek tentatively out from behind the soft blanket of night.
Time marches on and I greet each day with a feeling of excitment and at last I know I am really home.....