I've just used my shower for the first time since moving in. Due to delays in tiling, papering and furnishing my bathroom—delays that aren't surprising at all—I've been having to shower elsewhere. Finally though, and at long last, the moving-in process is complete.
And now here I sit. My feet are up, my slippers are on and a bacon supper is sizzling on my grill. My book's nearby, my glasses are perched on my head and Stairway to Heaven softly fills the room. You know what it feels like? It feels like Home.
