The countdown is on and the move to Little House is imminent.
She may not look like much, oh no, but to me she represents something huge because the moment our essential items and furniture are moved in here represents the end of me and living in unrenovated interiors. FOREVER.
I'm done. I'm 100 percent done. Adventure over, closed for business, DONE.
Once I'm in this cottage, you're not getting me out of here again unless it's to move into something wonderful and renovated and FINISHED. Like, for example, the Big House, down the track.
So, we're enjoying (or trying to) our last moments in the pre-renovation Big House while I mentally start to work through our possessions and decide what comes to Little House and what stays over here under dust sheets and in boxes.
It's a great feeling. I feel a sense of accomplishment that we did this - we survived in this house for seven months, with its armies of spiders and occasional snake visitors and big gaps in the boards that the winter frost climbs up through. We've lived in it long enough to see it start to become something beautiful, but there's still a long way to go.
I will watch the rest of this adventure from the other side of the driveway, and when I've had enough, I will retreat to a hot bath in a newly-renovated bathroom and thank the universe for the Little House.