Our furniture is out of storage, majority of the boxes are unpacked, and yesterday we received a delivery of new living room furniture. We've even met some of our neighbours. I think I will like it here. There are all sorts of things to like about our new home and location. It doesn't feel quite like home yet, though. I can't seem to put my finger on the reason for why not. I am content, for the most part. I don't feel stressed out about the whole unpacking and organizing business. I just don't know what it is, the not-quite-right thing.
I miss the farm, I think. The animals... At this time of year, I was starting to get the garden ready and ordering chicks and rejoicing over the new-born lambs. Making butter from milk I got from my cow. Nothing like that now. Just the "fragrant" scent of "natural" fertilizer on the wind from near-by farms... Yes, maybe that's it. I miss my farm.