All Moved in and Camping…Again
As of a week ago, we are living in our new home. It’s not done yet, but with the lease on our rental accommodation up, we had to move.
Living in a house under construction is no picnic. With 15 workers on site each day, hammering, sawing and asking a million questions, it’s hard to concentrate in the din. Dust flies everywhere, and although we are living upstairs where construction is largely complete, everything is constantly covered in a thin film of polvo.
We have fitted the master bedroom with a makeshift kitchen and office, reserving the guest bedroom for our bed and storage.
The terrace between the two bedrooms has become our living room, where we wind down with a bottle of wine. After each day of construction management, it’s nice to sit quietly and watch the remaining dust of the day settle.
Despite having only one tap in our bathroom that also serves as the kitchen sink, we are in fine spirits.
For us this is déjà vu. Camping amongst the dust and debris, without fully functional plumbing and electricity, is where we started.
There are differences. This time around we have windows that close and doors that lock. We don’t have glass in the top sections, or paint on the frames, but we now possess a conviction that soon, these things will come to pass.
Some things, however, are just like before. Without a proper laundry, we have resurrected the old clothesline to dry our clothes. Looking over at it fluttering in the breeze, it feels like we’ve come home.
