We opened the door to our new home, stepped inside and began to explore. An angry little voice said: Is this it? Our real house is better. It broke my heart.
Well, after six weeks, our container finally arrived last Thursday!
Just over a week ago now, I packed up and emptied our old house in Edinburgh. A container was filled with the random collection of boxes and furniture that was left behind when we first moved. A final goodbye was said to our home.
I’ve written before about home. About what it means to me as an expat; how I have made myself feel at home here in the States, what I miss and what I don’t miss.
The theme from Tara for The Gallery this week is Door. We’ve now been in the States for a year. The first six months are a blur of all things new. Then winter arrived with a vengeance. It is no secret that I hated the snow. The morning when we couldn’t open either our front …