Moving House

The Chef and I, with the help of a few generous friends and relations and the trusted Wimbledon removals firm, are moving house this weekend. Friday through Monday. I apologize in advance if my posts are short and few during this time, and if I am slow to respond to comments. I love all my darling readers, and cannot wait to come back and share my bookish adventures with you.

Until then, I leave you with this manifestation of how I feel about the actual process of moving.

Woman in top hat, late 1800s

Woman in top hat, late 1800s [Photographer: Unknown Source: Retronaut]

“This house sheltered us, we spoke, we loved within those walls. That was yesterday. To-day we pass on, we see it no more, and we are different, changed in some infinitesimal way. We can never be quite the same again.”-Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

Daily Diversion #137: A Key to the Future…

…looks like this.

A key to the future

A key to the future.

There are no quotes about moving or change that match the happiness I feel deep in my heart. Our new house is 6 1/2 miles away, but it feels like a different world. An opening into something calm and beautiful. A psychological awakening, ripe with satisfaction and intense anticipation. I can, almost, open my clenched fists. Almost.