The Marvels of Unexpected Change

This morning, I'm having a lazy Saturday morning. This is somewhat of a new experience - not entirely, of course, but not the usual. The plan had been to get up, cycle about 5 miles over to Tod, do some shopping, come back, do useful stuff blah blah blah. Instead, I rolled over about 8am, picked up a book, dozed, read, wondered how to get out of bed, had a bath, made a smoothie and now, two and a half hours later, I'm still not dressed but snuggled on my attic couch under my polar-bear blanket reading, occasionally tapping away on my laptop (like now) and generally realising that yes, I am allowed to have a quiet morning of doing, well, pretty much nothing!

At the moment I'm living between two abodes - both of which I love in very different ways. Where I am right now, in Hebden, is a gorgeous room with lots of light, right by the canal, up in the attic, oodles of space and just a lovely feel to it. I told my landlady the other day how much I enjoy living here and she was really touched (bless). But it's true - I've really landed on my feet with this abode and it very much feels like a Tigger room, especially now I've moved the furniture around 2 or 3 times!

However, it lacks the random jobs that aren't urgent but need doing at some point - of which there are oodles and oodles in Morecambe. Last weekend when I was there I realised that all those jobs will happen - when the time is right. For example, the back room on the ground floor had a going over, simply because I had a bit of time at the end of the afternoon before catching my train and I felt like shifting boxes and stuff. And it now looks lovely (not entirely functional but that's easily changed in about 30 seconds by dragging chairs out from under the bed to more sociable positions) and much more "finished". Obviously, it's not entirely finished (still some of those non-urgent jobs lurking, like making the boxing in round the electrics a bit tidier, boxing in the water pipes and sorting out FabricLand) but in a *much* better state ahead of the fun of folks coming to stay in August. I also really noticed a) how much stuff I have and b) how much rooms in Morecambe really feel like home. I think my developing relationship with the house over such a long time (without spending much time there at all) has worked really well and the incessant "must get everything done!" feeling has also eased - although I do now have a veritable workshop in the basement. A workshop that needs tidying, mind, but a workshop all the same. And two blown light bulbs (including one where the light fitting has gone as well) but in bits of the basement I can ignore for the time being.

Point being, there's a bit of a shift going on at the moment and I like it. Maybe this is what "getting older" is all about, but actually I think it's just finding a new level of "Relax" which is ace. :)