A week ago to date I moved into what is categorically my dream home. It is hard to believe that only a week a gone by, and yet I feel as though I have lived here for ages. In all my years of moving around the globe, this is the first time that I felt so at home in a new place in such a short time.
Working from home has been interesting, to say the least. It’s been a while, but after having spent six months in the office surrounded by colleagues again after all the social distancing, I was ready to return to my solitude and begin my hermit / frobbit life. I make light of the term frobbit that I have coined for myself, but the longer I stay here the more I feel like a hobbit and it really does feel like the Shire in Lord of the Rings. I keep waiting for Gandalf to suddenly show up at my door and hand me the adventure of a lifetime, or maybe even a group of unruly dwarves, and if I am really lucky, some manifestation of Prince Aragorn.
Yesterday I missed the baker by two minutes. He never hangs around long, basically just handing the bread over to my neighbour and then hurtling back down the hill. Today I waved at him and dashed out, thereby snagging the last croissant and two chorizo rolls. I know, I know, my meals are 90% vegetarian, but if I am to live in Portugal, there is no possible way I can pass up on the chorizo!
To mark my first week in the Shire, I woke up in the clouds again. Geez, this is something that will take some getting used to. It is always a bit of a shock to open the shutters and stare out at a white canvas floating by. But for the first time in my life I am waiting for the temperatures to drop so I have an excuse to light the fireplace!
My indoor jungle is growing and glowing, and it has me smiling all the time. Slowly it will be time to work on the biggest challenge that comes with this house – the garden. In the meantime, however, things continue to fall nicely into place and take shape.
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