the universe is in us

For the second time in nine months, we are preparing to move house. We have never properly settled into this house - it really is too big for the three of us, we're not using it for it's full potential and it's never actually felt like home. It was an impulse buy and honestly we've regretted it ever since. You live and learn, right?

We do, however, love this area so we are staying in it. We're moving a whole mile, maybe a mile and a half down the road. None of our routines will really be impacted.

This house is slightly smaller - it's still a five bedroom detached house, and it's in a little cul-de-sac so it should be nice and quiet.
It's got an open plan kitchen/family room with a breakfast bar and French doors to the garden.
There's a study so I can work with minimal distraction.
There's a living room (I suspect this will get less use than the family room), a utility room, and a dining room (although I think we'll probably eat most meals at the breakfast bar - who knows?)
There's a 'games room' which Jack will be turning into a 'library' because we're loving that space in our current house - just filled with bookshelves, some comfy chairs, a desk and a computer.

The master bedroom has an en-suite with bath and shower, AND a dressing room. Again, that's something Jack made for us in this house so Lucy & I are excited that it already exists and just needs personalising.
The third bedroom will be our playroom, and the other two will be spare bedrooms for when family/friends come over. There's also a family bathroom.

I'm very excited and I can already see where a lot of our furniture and belongings are going to fit. I was hoping we would be able to move in mid/late June after term finishes but it's looking more like it's going to be the end of May bank holiday. Either way, I can't wait and hopefully this will be our home for the rest of our lives.

We're about as packed as we're going to get. The moving vans are due to come at 9:30 tomorrow morning, they estimate to be packed by 11:30 and everything should arrive at the new house around 4:30 tomorrow afternoon. We're booked in to a hotel for tomorrow night then my brother, Jack's son and a couple of family friends are going to help us with the unpacking and rearranging.

I'm still on crutches so apparently my job will be sitting on the couch, directing and supervising.
Jack's overdone it with the packing, aggravated an old back injury (and he's trying to hide how much his knee's hurting him) so he's on light duty.
Lucy's taking things day by day, she's very unsettled and stressed which of course is having a negative effect on her schizophrenia. I'm worried she's going to lapse into a depressive episode.

I know it's only a small country but I still can't believe that we're packing up and literally moving to the opposite end of it. Even though we're living in boxes, it still doesn't feel real