I feel a bit buried under unpacked boxes, still to be unpacked boxes and the plethora of other things I need to do. At the same time, there is something so completing and settling in unwrapping the newspapers from around our glass canisters that usually hold our various baking flours or seeing our sheets and pillowcases for the first time in months. The cushions are newer, but already part of our home. Souvenirs, tangible remembrances of our time abroad.
I needed a break from internet scouring and box cutting and photographing these bits was the perfect escape. We've been house-sitting while we waited to move into our own place and that's turned out better than we could have imagined because instead of settling in I've been occupied trying to find jobs and then starting a new job; which has been a difficult, frustrating and miraculous undertaking on its own and deserving of a separate post. Here's to hoping everything will be in its place soon.