Well. That was a whirlwind.
Since last we met I've packed, moved, unpacked, started my job, flown home for Christmas, flown back to Halifax, gone back to work and unpacked a bit more. I've been the lucky recipient of endless amounts of hospitality as my belongings wended their way cross-country in the back of a moving van. I'm lucky to have many kind and generous friends who've made the transition easier than I'd imagined it could be.
In between all the travel and packing and unpacking, I marked sixty final exams and forty portfolios, enjoyed multiple goodbye parties, knitted a few tiny Christmas socks, watched a friend's son take his first steps, and ate the best part of a tin of Quality Street. Somewhere in there I ate turkey; had trifle for breakfast; soaked up as much time with friends as I could (never enough, but still: we tried).
Now I'm here, settled in to my new home, getting into the swing of a new routine. I'm mastering the hills (oh my goodness, the hills), have located the yarn shops and a knitting group (though I've barely knit a stitch – too distracted), and I hosted my first dinner party last night. My first visitor from Upper Canada is due to arrive in less than a month. It's coming together.
Today I picked up the camera and followed the sun around the apartment. Some scenes...
This bowl just glows in the right light.
A housewarming gift from my sister. Everyone needs a wiener dog to guard their keys!
These are going to be a pair of long johns, eventually. Hopefully sooner rather than later: it's COLD here! (I know, I know, it's winter in Canada. But still.)
They renovated my building but left the original ceiling in the entryway.
La plus ça change...made these cookies and felt right at home.
A stool for perching on at breakfast time. It needs a cushion. I've got the fabric – just need to get my hands on a pillow form.
I filled the spare room with craft supplies. Naturally.
I've got a window over the sink! The perfect home for some of my favourite things.
I can watch the sun set while I wash the dishes. The skies here are spectacular – a by-product of the frigid temperatures.
Fresh flowers – I'm so happy that it's tulip time again.
I've always thought of clear skies like this as "Nova Scotia blue."
So that's that. Home. Hooray!