Living temporarily

Nothing is permanent.

Nothing stays the same.

We all know this, and yet days can pass and they can feel similar, so that you don't notice the changes because they are so small, and then you do notice and perhaps you wished you'd paid more attention. 

This is how I am finding our temporary living.  I hope that we won't be living another year in this little space, but at the same time I don't want to wish it away too fast.

A few big things have happened in here . My youngest lost a baby tooth, we had our first ever game of monopoly where everyone played independently.  We got creative with Christmas decorations, making the most of limited space and decorating vertically and outside more.  

I love that I can stand and cook in the *kitchen and be involved in the conversations in the living space.  I don't always love that I can be in the living space and have a conversation with children who are in their beds and not supposed to be listening.  I know that this will change, and that one day my husband and I will be able to hold private conversations within a building, instead of opting to walk outside in order to not be heard!  This is how most of our Christmas gifting decisions have been made as the walls quite literally have ears.

In a surprising twist, having started this post about how things change, the architect drawings arrived today.  Although we are building our own home, we needed the expertise of an architect to get Planning off our back and our detailed application to be approved.  This seems to be an expense worth paying out for, because the council have left us alone and are satisfied that the architects have it all in hand.

So, with the arrival of the drawings, I am reminded once again that our current living arrangements are not permanent, and that with the arrival of Spring we will see another change, and this makes me happy and keen to embrace what will be an unusual and unforgettable festive season in our wee caravan.

*the kitchen is really nothing more than a corridor joining all the rooms together, but I'm making the space work.  Some days it works better than others.

This picture has nothing to with the post subject, but my dearest drew it on my favourite chipped coffee cup, and it made me smile, not just for the comedy face but for the effort he put in to draw it in secret.  It has washed off now.  Which proves my nothing is permanent statement, so maybe it is related...

(Honestly, these blog posts are really not very well thought out, so please give me some credit for managing to get that creative link in there.)